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They say she died of an asthma attack years before my birth. Though who exactly told me this is just beyond a firm recollection. Perhaps it was the one who replaced her and carried me.

Perhaps it was whispered by one of those entwined in the myth; who carry the blood of their quietly revered mother. They carry the secret well. The woman is still a mystery to me.

I sift through her great journeys of faded black and white. The sepia prints of the pyramids and the dusty streets of Jerusalem are beyond the realm of what I imagine possible for this family.

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Shane Taylor
email:shantay@glasswings.com.au
copyright 1996 RMIT

	They say she died of an asthma attack years before my birth. Though who exactly told me this is just beyond a firm recollection. Perhaps it was the one who replaced her and carried me.
	Perhaps it was whispered by one of those entwined in the myth; who carry the blood of their quietly revered mother. They carry the secret well. The woman is still a mystery to me.
	I sift through her great journeys of faded black and white. The sepia prints of the pyramids and the dusty streets of Jerusalem are beyond the realm of what I imagine possible for this family.