Excerpts from BeingKind A Brave New Race:
The sun was high and the gulls flew past us as if to notify the authorities of our whereabouts. We were on our way to leave all behind.
The salt from the sea splashed upon our faces as we raced towards a new home of desire and innovation. Its briny taste on my lips reminded me of its significance as a necessity for life. I looked at our constituents within our flight. We were all on our way to become that essential mineral for the meaning of a new existence. . . .
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