“ Endless days of dark indoors and hateful glances are enough to set a rime on anyone’s bones. ”
Some folks are forced to the edges by their difference. (...) But 'tis at the edges that they find their power.
~ Hannah Kent
Poverty scrapes these homes down until they all look the same, and they all have in common the absence of things that ought to be there. I might as well have been at one place all my life.
Believe me, Nóra. An old broom knows the dirty corners best
I prefer a story to a prayer.
