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Thursday, February 03, 2005

Grief and Joy

I can wade grief, whole pools of it. I'm used to that. But the slightest push of joy trips up my feet, and I tip, drunken.
From an old Chinese poem
Intro of "The Unsung Heroines: Profiles of Four Female Microcredit Clients"

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