What I want to say cannot be contained in words. (The roots remain buried regardless of sweet fruit full on the tree.) Language cannot define the history of how I arrived at this moment speechless. What can I say to them? To those who did not know me when I did not know myself. I cannot tell them where I have been. In all those years, I never knew where I was. Until now. Now that I am fully aware that I am standing before them. I want to give them an explanation; a justification of my existence. I want to give a valid reason for why it has taken my entire life to reach this moment in time. I want to confess. I want a casual defense. I want an alibi. I have none. All I can do is just stand here knowing that I am here. Knowing that I am the explanation; that my life is the justification. Knowing that all I must say is, "Hello."
—Isabel Kestner
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