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					<description><![CDATA[<p>free from body and pulse. You suffered no longer— no more collapsing lungs, yellowing nails and tongue, sunken cheeks. The furnace fires up around your withering body, brittle bones now ash. In the car, I carry the box of you, small, compact, grasping you in my lap, oh, how once I was a child in&#8230;</p>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>On the sixth floor of the Metro, I unravel puso: diamond shaped weaves of coconut leaves, revealing rice tainted slightly green, squished but delicious. We all eat with our fingers, dip crunchy lechon belly into brown sauce, glossed in fat. I almost pass out from how good and sweet the cassava cake tastes, yellow and&#8230;</p>
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