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September 18, 2008
They sat in their white linens, Black women of the East, calculating the slight movements of the sun and at the exact time that it would be setting.

They sat in silence and spoke some Arabic so it sounded every once and a while, the language of my ancestors.

While calculating the motions of the Sun they received its universal messages that came from other galaxies within and without and they began to emanate some type of dream world.

I could feel the breeze that they were generating. They were winds coming from the Sahara, coming from the Far East.