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Digital art & poem
Watercolour, paper, ink
I feel nature in my bones.
I want to tug at my roots and draw from the ground just one tale of my ancestors' lives.
but my lap is empty.
I do not know where I come from.
it is a geographical fact that my people were robbed of our histories. all the lore we have preserved despite this
is a gift.
the dead have no stories to tell me.
so I will write my own.
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