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When Women Were Birds: Fifty-four Variations on Voice by Terry Tempest Williams

4.0

"My mother’s transgression was hunger. She passed her hunger on to me without ever speaking a word. Solitude is a memory of water. I live in the desert. And every day I am thirsty."

A book for people who live in the animal world, who find a little solace in rocks and water and some good words, who gravitate to bodies that can die rather than undead institutions.