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		<title>How We Became the Undertone of History and the Brown Dirt</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[~Arlene Mejorado Set me free! I beg myself. I raise my hands up But my womb stays in place The soles of my feet mold into the mud my toes clench the brown clay dirt the hardest place to arrive is inside me I am a series of smiles and tears What might I more [...]]]></description>
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		<description><![CDATA[&#8211;Lindsey Marcus @ I Run in Heels A year ago, my brother Seth and Ali, his girlfriend of 2 years, visited my parents in Oklahoma. While Ali appreciated the family-centric culture of our hometown, she commented on the emphasis on getting married young. Girls remarked she had the &#8220;patience of Job&#8221; at not receiving a [...]]]></description>
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		<description><![CDATA[&#8211;Mari A. Lee, MFT Once upon a time a beautiful little girl was born. She was precious, sweet, joyful, and full of wonder. She loved nature, laughter, windy days and cute kittens; her horse was one of her best friends in life. This lovely little girl could be found helping creatures in need – trapped [...]]]></description>
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		<title>[untitled: on becoming myself]</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[&#8211;jennifer a. I parked behind a flashy car out of which a woman stepped I noticed her license plate around which these words proclaimed: I&#8217;M BAD&#8230;because the men like it and I thought about all the decades and all the centuries throughout all of history during which womyn have been taught to bend and to [...]]]></description>
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