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Her dress was Caribbean
possibly Jamaican
though maybe from the islands
or deep down Trinidad.

Her skin had a sheen and
her hair was braided
tightly round her head and
she spoke dignity.

She simply announced
dignity in her posture
dignity in her stride
without saying a word.



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