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27 The Borders Are Fluid within Us This is what is feared: that flags do not nourish the blood, that history is not glorious or truthful. I sleep and dream in two languages. I gain wisdom from more than one fountain. I pass between borders made to control what is owned. The body cannot be owned. The land cannot be owned, only misunderstood or named by its knowing. ...

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