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"I am an act of kneading, of uniting and joining that not only has produced both a creature of darkness and a creature of light, but also a creature that questions the definitions of light and dark and gives them new meanings." 
- Gloria E. Anzaldúa

Let it be known, should the question ever arise, what it is I aim to do here.

Of all the things in life I need, This I Knead. 

Share with me. 

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