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  • We looked up and saw ourselves in the mirror-boxed elevator and snapped a picture. My, how we'd grown! We were working. Grown. Women.

    I remembered that day at the river, when we were smaller and our ruddy cheeks embarrassed us. We weren't working. We weren't grown. We weren't women just yet. They told us we'd find thick clay at the bottom of the river. We wanted to make something, so we went looking for it. We dove into the foggy current, feeling with our toes, pulling it up in handfuls until it was everywhere.

    I thought, we could make something.
    Of ourselves.

    We snapped a picture.

    That's love, I say.
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