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There are  fingerprints burned into these kilns, leather hands held  waists of women with wide hips, who gave birth to gaunt-faced children; now, the bricks lay across America’s streets, forgotten.
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Jan 5, 2017
Jan 5, 2017 at 7:05 AM UTC
Abandoned brick factory
There are  fingerprints burned into these kilns, leather hands held  waists of women with wide hips, who gave birth to gaunt-faced children; now, the bricks lay across America’s streets, forgotten.
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Jan 5, 2017
Jan 5, 2017 at 7:05 AM UTC
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