our rich and elaborate
double..
.triple...and more...
identities.....
.we need not conclude...nor elude..
we allude.... extrude.....drape and costume.... in all verity....
.....we are a chorus...a symphony....each voice in harmony..
improvisations
from deep roots.... chants...
.our echoes....
our reverberations
tell many stories.....
conglamorata.....
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