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Why are we here if not for each other?

—Claudia Rankine, Don’t Let Me Be Lonely

We, too, can divide ourselves, it’s true. But only into flesh and a broken whisper.

—Wisława Szymbroska, view with a grain of sand

Say it again—we are spared nothing.

—Yusef Komunyakaa, I Apologize for the Eyes in My Head