I think of the children who will never know, intuitively, that a flower is a plant’s way of making love, or what silence sounds like, or that trees breathe out what we breathe in.
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When she was young, she had a small part in a play, but everyone looked at her. Dull her down, the director said, throw an old coat over her. They did, but everyone still looked at her.
When a man on the street whistled and said, Oh, baby, she stopped and gave a speech: This man is impugning my dignity as a woman. A crowd gathered, and the whistler slunk away.
Once, racing to an audition, she got held up at gunpoint, but she said, I’m sorry, I don’t have time to be mugged, and the man lowered his gun and laughed and let her go.