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The Vision of a Giant who Migrated from Baja to Tiburon Island
Slender whirlwinds coming from the sky
touch the land.
Sounds of arrows striking the ground
roaring
raising dust clouds.
He shouts, warning of the days of danger.
I stand on the peak of Red Mountain.
He comes toward me
shouting.
My heart is a stone.
I shout, I declare it.
poem
by
Anonymous Americas
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