Even your enemy has feelings — and a past
“It was not witches who burned. It was women.”
I spotted the first line of the poem by Fia Forsström on my newsfeed over the weekend; it was accompanied by a moody, misty line drawing of women tied to the stake, above a bed of logs, ready for burning...
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