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Your eyes. Your eyes. Eyes with teeth. Terrible as obsidian. The days to come in those eyes, the days gone by. And beneath that fierceness, something ancient and tender as rain.
Sandra Cisneros, from Woman Hollering Creek; “Eyes of Zapata,” c. 1991
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Phantasmagoria 