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EARRINGS Her slumping newborn body balances roundly on her mother's breast knows nothing of arrangements
being made, nor does she quake when passed like something hallowed into Father's careful hands. A woman
leads the family back and gestures for Father to be seated. Before the looking glass, he turns his first-born
over like unearthed treasure seen first light. Her screams pierce tears into my eyes. Congratulations, beams
the woman. The young couple smiles at one another--- smiles full of baptisms and first communions, quinceaneras
and golden earrings given on a wedding day. She will wear earrings to the grave.
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