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American Migrant Narratives

Late last year I found via Blog Geney Maria Rivera's poem about the dead. I found great, by the poem itself, as necessary, yet so terrible that it became impossible to comment without the letters back ash. The absence of speech to the horror, as would Sandra Celan said. The possibility of expression is only now returning to track my cousin Rebecca came to this documentary about The patron. Women in Veracruz that provide water and food to migrants. Perhaps the scale of things is just a gesture, but it is a magical gesture that lets see where is recovered world.