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“I have this
image of myself I am corn, I am masa I am being shaped and molded brown hands seasoned by cold spring soils these same hands hold me up as life rains on me and red sun dries me parched I am coming into being emerging and one day I will rise up and their names will resound on the crest of each breath” |
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