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Sarah saw herself a woman alone
and without children, lonely
in the crowd, waiting, waiting
for a word for her own. I saw myself
with three whining children, 'we're
hungry, we're bored, when do we go
home?' I thought the story was about
miracles and hunger. My children's
hunger, maybe even mine. I knew
my children couldn't really hunger
for food -- we'd only missed lunch,
no true privation -- they wanted attention,
they wanted my love, they wanted,
wanted, we whole crowd wanted,
wanted, wanted, hungered for ourselves,
hungered for more than bread.

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