the cause of her grief
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I. that sensation again the magnetic pull of ocean sediment settling on forming my skeleton the ghosts of those thrown overboard collecting melanin deposits from the atlantic’s floor sending it to me in waves giving my skeleton the skin it lacks monetaria moneta yielding up its protective shells giving me eyes of cowrie, the whites…
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. . . the Second of October, about 9 of the clock in the morning, Mr. Mavericks Negro woman came to my chamber window, and in her own Countrey language and tune sang very loud and shrill, going out to her, she used a great deal of respect toward me, and willingly would have expressed…
Tichaona Chinyelu 