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From the Archives: Touch
Lord—is self harm ever devotional or
Is it always a form of possession?
WIT TEA
The Poem You’ve Been Waiting For
Would and should have come…
TRANSLATION
Buayahon
Translated from Filipino and Cebuano by Bernard Kean Capinpin
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