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  "description": "As I remember that I am dust, I am reminded that community makes us more. We are dust together.",
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  "textContent": "draw my finger through the dust\n—until I see the shape of our faces,\n—a man, a woman, a child, a person;\nin dust, we are all the same,\n—creatures of earth and water,\n—growth and decay.\nwell, can dust feel this way?\n—this sadness, this fear,\n—this isolation, despair?\ncan dust hold a hand in the darkness\n—and squeeze reassurance\n—that another dust-person is here\n—where hope draws near?\ncan it catch every tear?\n—before they fall to the ground,\n—form a pool of thick mud—\n—or is it blood all around\n—that makes this mourning-filled sound?\n\nwe are dust, we are,\n—yet we are not dust alone;\nfor as we carry one another\n—we create for ourselves a home\n—where we are\n——seen, if not safe;\n——whole, if not warm;\n——friends, if not free;\n\ndraw my finger through the dust\n—until I see the shape of our faces,\n—a man, a woman, a child, a person;\nin dust, we are all the same,\n—beauty, together,\n—by myriad name.",
  "title": "The Shape of Our Faces",
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