May the gods of every terrible hunger be appeased without more sacrifice. May no more farmers and poets water the soil of old grievances with their blood. May the names of unceded territories fall from our lips with the reverence they are due. May the leaves continue to open their pores and soak up carbon emissions. May we reward the industry of their green and saffron, their ruby and bark. May we bring the parched envelopes of ourselves and be filled with the languages of all we love, at tables overflowing into the end of the world.
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