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THE 3 QUESTION QUIZ Knife at her throat— gentle and long delicate on her neck Neck Like the snow white cranes that flew overhead Knife at her throat Retribution For her … who was it? Shaking hand paused--- who? Her grandfather’s father’s uncle He thought it was right The knife edge glittered dust-speckled in the sun Glint hypnotizing settled the shaking hand Now he was calm deadly calm Was it on her mother’s side ... breath... Or her father’s side ... breath... Suddenly this conundrum magnified clarified the air became more important than his own name became more urgent than The trickle Of blood That slid over His fingers... lovely blue rivers pulsing under his fingertips beneath her skin on its way thru the valley of her egg white body Knife clattered on the teak desk of her grandfather's uncle she lay stunned open wide the window swallowed him into the midnight velvet Victoria Anderson-Throop 2013 Juja, Kenya

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Date: 1/9/2013 12:28:00 PM
Those that live in the past are destined to repeat it... sad when this occurs to individuals, a moral tragedy when it happens to a nation. You have shined a light on a very dark subject, thank you.
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