The menstrual blood pushes us across the chamber, a field of action trans communicates the cells. A will to live, held in gestation. The lungs to weak for air, the fetal body to frail to survive, the womb protects us, giving us the strength to cross the threshold. To bear the light within our eyes, as we take in our first breath reaching out to embrace the love that keeps us in our time of dying.
– Josh Fleming
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