Barbara Kingsolver: Sometimes I Can Only Be a Citizen of These Trees

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There are days when I can't live in this country. Not the whole thing at once, including the hateful parts, the misogyny, the brutal disregard of the powerful for the powerless. Sometimes I can only be a citizen of these trees, this rainy day, the family I can hold safe, the garden I can grow. A fire that refuses to go out.

— Barbara Kingsolver