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44 Hay Moros En La Costa My father once threatened a dissolution of the engagement, the promise he made to my mother. There were black rumors in her bloodline. Assurances were made the joining was consecrated the story unfolded to me decades later. The family would deny the roots beneath the curly hair the skin of the beloved grandfather the histories of love that come creeping out to testify to a past that cannot be dispossessed. Grandfather of the suspect skin, you are darker in all of the pictures, and among the bare-headed brothers and nephews I bear your hair the rizado waves that flow when it grows long reminders of the longer journeys of your blood. But this is all mystery now. They will not speak of it the unthinkable meanings of being owned the idea that property could produce progeny that looks back and rights the record. ...

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