so, I ask you, will you allow yourself to picture the miraculous immeasurable sea

so, I ask you, will you allow yourself to picture the miraculous immeasurable sea
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When I was five, my father taught me the meaning of work. “Don’t be blue collar,” he said tugging desperately at the thick collar of his mechanic’s work shirt. “Be white collar.”
For most people, Tahlequah was a heartwarming story about the power of a community of mothers. For me, it opened up a wound that I didn’t yet have the words for.
“His fate was predetermined, you see. The stars had already decided.”