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Apr 2013
At the edges
of the school stinkbugs are struggling over rocks
rabbits are running through the chamisa

At the edges
of our history of labor there are millions
of blue beaded mistakes, museums of encased intentions

At the edges
of my time here there is a treasure of electricity
a new portrait of my identity
Today is my last day working as Interim Faculty Secretary for the Institute of American Indian Arts
Mary McCray
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