"no matter where we go, we always arrive too late to experience what we left to find..."
---a poem that Fran shared with me and coincidentally, something she learned from Sir Gad.
Protecting Women's Spaces
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Memory is fleeting. And so we try to capture the past and the present. A face in a crowd, the light of the moon. Things one cannot hold on to.
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