Maria Dahvana Headley

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I like the sky. It's rational to me in a way that life isn't

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I think about celestial junk. Like, maybe every planet in this solar system is discarded by giant hands. Each star a crumpled ball of paper, a love letter lit on fire, a smoldering bit of cigarette ash

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Even people who've never seen a miracle can believe in miracles

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I know everyone has dreams of flying, but this isn’t a dream of flying. It’s a dream of floating, and the ocean is not water but wind. I call it a dream, but it feels realer than my life