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12 el lugar de mi naciemiento el campo santo stares into the face of the wind as the mounds of dirt clear their throat and begin to erode against my skin i have family here on occasion i will come up here to face the wind to see a valley spotted with adobe birthmarks their walls sacrificed to the cold blink of time but the spirits of the hands that built them long ago i sense that they remain that they live in the soft skin and fresh eyes of new generations when i have children i will bring them here and point south to show them where they began they will help me clean abuelita’s grave to wipe the wind blown dust from her headstone and see the permanence of her strength i will bring them here para dar gracias a esperanza ...

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