Arctic tern chicks are starving to death for similar reasons: they rely on small fish that have fled for colder waters.

I hated labels anyway. People didn't fit in slots--prostitute, housewife, saint--like sorting the mail. We were so mutable, fluid with fear and desire, ideals and angles, changeable as water.

Peace is a daily, a weekly, a monthly process, gradually changing opinions, slowly eroding old barriers, quietly building new structures.

"whatever you can put your mind to do it and never look back"

Written By Delores Smith

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