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33 Painting Murals Through your hands I take over the walls of the barrio, those being taken away. My throat shouts your yellow. Suns your twenty years have transformed into circles and arcs, rays, curtains, even a certain hat. They go past, the invaders, like “Instamatic” cameras they click their eyes. I want your yellow to strike them but the color, I’m afraid, sings just a little too lowly. ...

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