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A Dream of Glass Bangles Those autumns my parents slept warm in a quilt studded •with pieces of mirrors On my mother's arms were bangles like waves of frozen rivers and at night after the prayers as she went down to her room I heard the faint sound of ice breaking on the staircase breaking years later into winter our house surrounded by men pulling icicles for torches off the roofs rubbing them on the walls till the cement's darkening red set the tips of water on fire the air a quicksand of snow as my father stepped out and my mother inside the burning house a widow smashing the rivers on her arms 7 ...

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