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					<description><![CDATA[<p> I speak in tongues all the things too glorious for language, too acapella for melodic song, my brown body be the wind rolling off the drums, be the sweet cruise of my mother’s hums. — Beckoning of the Wind: An Ode to Motherhood I grew up seated at the feet of my grandmother’s reminiscing mind. Her recital of past remembrances was ritual, something I now realize was her way of saying I was here, and I lived and loved, and I fought, and I have the wounds to show you. Her wounds have been carried by many of the women</p>
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