there is no border in the world worth a single drop of blood
Once upon a time we were a migratory species. Some of us still retain this urge to migrate. Some settle deep as oak roots. Some flee, forced from homelands like uprooted plants, seeking soil in which to root themselves and survive. But once we were migratory, like birds and so many of the beasts of our world. For we are beasts of this world, too. I have long been proud of my forebears who in the…

















