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a young child laughing at me because my hair is blonde and my eyes are blue eyes wide shut remembering the history photos of my grandparents more Great’s than i could count at the time hung on the wall just out of the kitchen where meals of barbecued carne were served in and out of the sliding door came little wet feet from the pool, through the kitchen running past the pictures on the wall near the couch where my dad sits to braid my hair like my grandmothers taught him they learned from their tribe women and men tranquil and tender willful and caring they loved everyone even the people who tore down their civilization and a young child laughing kept laughing at me here stands my culture with blond hair and blue eyes
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the sepia kitchen matches the memory as vintage as the feelings in my soul watching him stomp in filling the air with anger stomping from the front door I watched him all the way to the backyard when something on the off-white cracked as my soul tiles on the counter top catches my wide blue eyes it could oink it was so fat with pennies across my face a smile that could stretch from coast to coast where is surfed on a wave of emotions Wait daddy, whats that? another smile, his, so sweet and blissful reminiscing warmth from the window illuminating this fat copper tank a tank so round and cute shiny and so very very impossibly unbreakable wildly delicate all at the same time like my heart m esmerized fascinated the little copper pork chop was stuffed to the brim honey colored glass matched my vintage dreams remembering your smile and mine as the sun shines hue these are my sepia painted memories