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186 A Face to Meet the Faces Memory Allison Adelle Hedge Coke When disease rode trade blankets wove way across oceans, rivers, my People reeled. So many crossed into the next world, my fullness ruptured, poured as sores upon then-tainted blistered skin. It was too much for Memory, to bear. Since time ago, slowly erased all eye could see, truth held within my reaches for falcons’ sure vision. It is in these vaults time, place, I exist even today. In the end, all will dissipate, join me. ...

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