"Once in a golden hour, I cast to earth a seed, And up there grew a flower, That others called a weed."

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What a terrible thing could be freedom. Trees were free when they were uprooted by the wind; ships were free when they were torn from their moorings; men were free when they were cast out of their homes—free to starve, free to perish of cold and hunger.

— Radclyffe Hall