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  • the minute they leave my mouth, they become a commons. my words, spoken through the people's microphone, reverberating through downtown oakland, snaking through zuccotti park, bouncing down the supreme court steps into foley square. the words, that you repeat, that i repeat. that transform from what is heard into what is embodied.

    paula says, "i can't think of any other time where you listen by saying through your voice what other say. . .but in a way you need to say it to then be able to have a voice yourself."

    days later, your words - our words - echo through me.
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