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Have you ever met someone who is without the capacity to think or act in a way that could injure or hurt anything or anyone ?

We stand in the kitchen. Silence spreads like an oil slick. Very slick. It covers the surface of our marriage. I watch your back, the set of your shoulders. Alert for warning signs.

Just a short poem about the importance of dreams and ambitions.

In a world ruined by war which only men can fight, what roles are left for women and what remains to reinforce their identity as women?