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Premium Member We Were Here Before the Borders
They wake before the mist lifts
in bamboo huts nailed to the spine of hills,
children with feet toughened by stone,
learning to climb before they can read.

The school 
a distant building
where the teacher comes twice a week,
or not at all.
Lessons written in a language
that does not speak...

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Categories: tracts, humanity, identity, mountains, night,
Form: Free verse

Book: Reflection on the Important Things