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I cannot recognize

 

the currents where you swim and dart

 

through my loving

 

upstream to your final place of birth

 

but you never tire of hearing

 

how I crept out of my mother's house

 

at dawn, with an olive suitcase

 

crammed with books and fraudulent letters

 

and an unplayed guitar.

 

(Audre Lorde, Progress Report)

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Taken in June 2007