We are all sons, And we’re all daughters, As we pass by the Invisible Woman. “Son?” “Son?” ̶
“I don’t know what lies unseen, over the edge, in that grass. We may make it, or we may not. But we have to jump.
Yes, I AM my brother’s keeper, And of my sister too. My sisters and I We will see you fed; We don’t need To be tol
A little girl seems to be staring into the distance towards a crowded row of apartment buildings that appear to have been buil
