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by Maura Hanrahan

I am in an Indigenous Nahua village a couple of hours drive from sprawling, reaching, smoggy Mexico City. I am in a circle of people in a grove next to a cornfield. Circles draw us in. Somehow they suggest that we’re one. On occasion, they make us one.

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