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44 Interview with a Birangona 7. Do you have siblings? Where were they? On a thin lavender evening like this one, we sisters sat and waited until we were only listening for them to come. We became these four walls: corrugated, twilit. On a thin lavender evening like this one, we were each other’s world entire: both the wood rose as well as its tangled stem. When they came for us on a thin lavender evening like this one, we tried to pull each other out of their rifle-black hands. We tried to scream through fingers ripe with our own rivers. On a thin lavender evening like this one, she was not yet the ripped bandage the night turned into the crimson 45 moon under which I did not know I would stumble gasping, alone. We had held each other’s hands but did not promise not to let go. ...

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