| http://www.w3.org/ns/prov#value | - iv. beginnings have always been the hardest for her. not for one moment did she feel herself to be anything other than wallpaper--antiquated, pasted to a world she could not (or wouldn't) escape from, mute. always mute. she felt voiceless, and if ever her voice was heard, it was becoming less and less her and more and more them. v. here in benin, i find myself more and more daydreaming into normali
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