Flash Fiction & Poetry
What?
How can people be so different?
Look at nature: there are no contentious factions in an ant colony or segregated groups of salmon. Ever met a racist leopard?
Diversity is cause for celebration, not fuel for divisive conflict.
How can people contend with an uncertain future when they are so firmly rooted in the past?
About the author
I look like a cross between Harry Potter and a young Bob Dylan that slept outside for the last two days, and I feel about as disheveled. Life in the real world has made me realize the tangible benefits of a fictional world. I am fairly regular.
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