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      <title>My AutoBiography  by Patria Mirabal </title>
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      <pubDate>2017-03-07 23:39:45 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>February 27, 1924</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>The day I was born: I was the eldest of me three sisters, Minerva, Dedé, and Marie Teresa, Although we call her Mate. </div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-03-07 23:41:54 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>I&#39;m Married!!</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>At the age of 17, I married Pedro. It was love at...well feet wash. I met him while washing his feet, it was then I knew I was supposed to marry him. He was so handsome and made me feel loved. I knew I am born to be a wife and a mother, and I then knew it is Pedro that I was supposed to do this with. </div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-03-07 23:45:20 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>My First Baby</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>It's official, I was a mother of my first son, Nelson Gonzalez Mirabal. I couldn't have been happier. He was so perfect, just like his father. Holding my baby in my arms, I knew I was to have many more.</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-03-07 23:48:03 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>My Second Child </title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>My beautiful Noris, she held all the wonders in her eyes. The way she cooed at me, and made my heart warm. She was everything a mother could've wanted.</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-03-07 23:51:33 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>A Sad Day </title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>When I found out I was pregnant with my third child, I was overjoyed. Throughout the pregnancy I had moments where I felt weird, with all the drama with Minerva and all. When he was born my heart dropped. Not a cry to be heard, the room was silent. My poor babe born dead. Losing my child was one of the worst things that happened to me. I began to lose faith in my God. I found myself asking "Why me".  </div>]]></description>
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         <title>Ay, Poor Minerva </title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>The trouble she always found herself in. I remember her being invited to the capital. I always admired her bravery, but nothing could've controlled her.</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-03-08 00:04:50 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>News, News, News</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>I was pregnant, again. With my fourth child. The nerves of losing another made me chew my nails to the nub, but the hope of actually being a new mother again made it all worth it. </div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-03-08 00:07:42 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Bombing On The Mountain </title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>As I listened to the bombs drop, I held my stomach trying to protect my unborn child. When the bombing stopped shooting began. A boy my sons age holding a gun stood outside the window. I yelled for him to get down. A bullet hit him, sending him to the ground. Something inside me broke in that moment. </div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-03-08 00:09:56 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>R.I.P</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>Patria could not finish this due to her death on November 25, 1960. When going through the collection of her things, I found this. So in honor of her I will finish it for her. Patria Mercedes Mirabal. A mother, a wife, a fighter for all. May her legacy live on, and her story prosper. </div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-03-08 00:13:35 UTC</pubDate>
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