Wednesday, March 8, 2023

International Women's Day

Someday there will be girls and women
whose name will no longer mean the mere opposite of the male,
but something in itself,
something that makes one think not of any complement and limit,
but only life and reality: the female human being.

                  Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet







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