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July 31, 2004: To the Trapped

To the invisible, to the hidden, to the quiet and meek and self-effacing, to the trapped.

Let’s give another yank on that chain. Let’s gnaw our way out. Let’s stand up. Let’s slam against the wall. Let’s rattle our cages. Make some noise. Muster a whimper, a cry, a voice, a scream. Make it heard.

Was it done to us? Did we do it to ourselves? Who cares? Slam fiercely against that wall. Does it give? Who cares? Keep trying.

Yank at it. Shake it. Bang it. Rattle it.

Raise a voice. Raise a holler. Shout it out. Go not gently.

Unhide me. Uncover me. Unquiet me.

SS

 
     
 

Hi Kia,

It’s Murphy’s water dish. But I love that it’s nearly undecipherable. I should hate to spoil it.

Posted by: ss at August 1, 2004 1:35 AM

24 hours and I still can’t figure out what it is!

Kia

Posted by: kia at July 31, 2004 11:56 PM