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Along with all these admonitions, there was something else coming from my mother that I almost could not define. It was the lurking of that amused/annoyed brow-furrowed half smile that passed as an intimate moment between mother and me, and I really felt - all her nagging words to the contrary, or the more confusing - that something very good and satisfactory and pleasing to her had just happened, and that we were both pretending otherwise for some very wise and secret reasons why I would come to understand later as a reward if I handled myself properly.

       by Audre Lorde from My Mother’s Mortar.

My Mother & Her Faith
8 x 10 inches / 24 pages
80lbs Mohawk Eggshell White / Printed in New York
Edition of 30

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