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      <title>3 representation images by Isabella Brine</title>
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      <description>To an old black woman, homeless and indistinct</description>
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      <pubDate>2017-03-27 18:00:43 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Image 1</title>
         <author>isabella_brine46</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>The woman depicted in this photo is alone in an alleyway, a place she calls home. This represents part one of the poem as in line 5 though 6 it says, "When you put down in an alley or cardboard or viaduct, your lovers are rats, finding your secret places." The text evidence reveals an image of an empty alleyway, possibly filled with trash that's rummaged by rats. Due to an inability to find a house or even an apartment, it's now home to an old woman, similar to the girl in the image.</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-03-27 18:07:47 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Image 2</title>
         <author>isabella_brine46</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>This photograph represents part 2 because people walk by her and don't stop to help or ask her story, they're too busy walking to their stores in their fancy clothing. A line that describes this is 9 through 12 where it says "See? Here you are, in the so-busy world. You walk. You walk. You pass the people. No. The people pass you." The author of the poem is depicting an image of people passing by the old woman to go to their destination, just like the child in the photograph.</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-03-27 18:10:32 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Image 3</title>
         <author>isabella_brine46</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>The final image shows a woman that is holding up a sign that reads, "I used to be someone."<br><br>This represents part 3 of the poem as lines 35 through 38 say, "Folks used to celebrate your birthday! Folks used to say "She's such a pretty little thing!" Folks used to say "She draws such handsome horses, cows, and houses." Folks used to say "That child is going far.""<br>The text evidence reveals that the woman used to have a story, used to be somebody before her time of poverty, just like the woman in the photo.</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-03-27 18:19:00 UTC</pubDate>
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