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Dear Matafele Peinam, you are a seven month old sunrise of gummy smiles you are bald as an egg and bald as the buddha you are thighs that are thunder and shrieks that are lightning so excited for bananas, hugs and our morning walks past the lagoon dear Matafele Peinam, i want to tell you about that lagoon that lucid, sleepy lagoon lounging against the sunrise men say that one day that lagoon will devour you they say it will gnaw at the shoreline chew at the roots of your breadfruit trees gulp down rows of your seawalls and crunch your island’s shattered bones they say you, your daughter...