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I dreamt my mother was feeding chickens we'd never had.
She then lay dreaming in the living room in a Jarid she'd only worn at weddings,
like the rest of young women at the time.
When I laid her covered into the ground,
she was swaddled in a Jarid that people use for the unliving,
like any woman at all time.
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