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She cried, and the women sang her back to sleep, willing a silence onto her. She defied them with her tiny speech-seeking voice and cried all day and all night until her mother fell asleep.

— Yvonne Vera

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Fumbatha could never be the beginning or end of all her yearning.

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The work is not their own: it is summoned. The time is not theirs: it is seized. The ordeal is their own.

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"I always need to be anchored in such a way that I am inside a character."

How can words be made still [in writing], without turning into silence? Silence is more to be feared than the agitation of voices.

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