Matriline
Photo by Julianna Reidell By Julianna Reidell Great-Great-Great Grandmother: Egy bones bled, skin seeped, a soul slipped from cracked lips: And she passed, leaving kettő to carry her name — but not her story — over the sea. Great-Great Grandmother: Kettő fled like a fairy tale, for stepmother’s pinches can’t reach across the atlantic from…
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