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27 XIII Crocodiles in the river remind us every gift is hard won. Perhaps it is the mud that makes the arrow-tips of rice so green. The problem with caves is that we must enter them. ghosts in the morning rain. when it is over, the rain is never enough. I hated the mau mau growing up. They killed women who looked like my mother. They wore the face of my father. I have to throw this baby out with the bathwater. ...

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