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The Blanket Around Her
Maybe it is her birth
which she holds close to herself
or her death
which is just as inseparable
and the white wind
that encircles her is a part
just as the blue sky
hanging on turquoise from her neck
oh woman
remember who you are
it is the whole earth
Joy Harjo--Creek
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