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      <title>The Marrow Thieves Motifs by Zara Jamil</title>
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      <description>Zara, Hanin, and Heydi</description>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>“Sometimes you risk everything for a life worth living, even if you're not the one that'll be alive to see it” (Dimaline 152).</div><div><br></div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2023-06-06 15:39:05 UTC</pubDate>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>“And I understood that as long as there are dreamers left, there will never be want for a dream. and I understood just what we would do for each other, just what we would do for the ebb and pull of a dream, the bigger dream that held us all “(Dimaline 231)</div><div><br></div>]]></description>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>“When we finally convinced ourselves to move, to make the day real, the sky was a cerulean blue with a light gauze</div><div>of striated Clouds” (Dimaline 135)</div><div><br></div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2023-06-06 15:40:08 UTC</pubDate>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>“But&nbsp; for&nbsp; now,&nbsp; like&nbsp; always, we&nbsp; couldn’t&nbsp; sit&nbsp; around&nbsp; on&nbsp; the couches and&nbsp; contemplate our&nbsp; world and&nbsp; what might lie&nbsp; ahead. We&nbsp; were outside, getting ready” (Dimaline 83)</div><div><br></div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2023-06-06 16:34:33 UTC</pubDate>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>All we need is the safety to return to our homelands. Then we can start the process of healing”(Dimaline 171)</div><div><br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2023-06-06 18:04:32 UTC</pubDate>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>“I didn't care. Neither did my mom. She’d start smoking crack, which was plentiful, to replace the booze, which was scarce…&nbsp; one block, then another, then a field, past a line of trees, and into a bush. Gone”(Dimaline 85-86)</div><div><br></div>]]></description>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>“I was nicknamed Frenchie as much for my name as for my people- the Metis. I came from a long line of hunters, trappers, and voyagers”(Dimaline 21).</div><div><br></div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2023-06-06 18:05:13 UTC</pubDate>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>“That's when she pulled up her pant leg and I saw the black ankle monitor, blinking red in the dark like a buoy. that's also when the man came out into the hallway and saw us, then the blinking light laid bare and in plain sight…’[ the recruiters] since strangers into the woods to find us. now they're surrounding her home in the middle of the night’’’(Dimaline 104-107)</div><div><br></div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2023-06-06 18:05:26 UTC</pubDate>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>“We are actually both motivated by the same thing: survival” (Dimaline 54)</div><div><br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2023-06-06 18:05:53 UTC</pubDate>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>“In light of the wars and the rush to adapt and survive, no one really gave a shit about tourism, gross domestic profit, or low-level jobs for rurally located folks”(Dimaline 54)</div><div><br></div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2023-06-06 18:06:46 UTC</pubDate>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>“By evening we were exhausted. We'd run and mourned for hours, each one of us crying out when the image of Riri&nbsp; came to mind” (Dimaline 138)</div><div><br></div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2023-06-06 18:07:07 UTC</pubDate>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>“We didn't have much to pack up and soon we were on our winding path again, heading everywhere and nowhere, frantic to get away" (Dimaline 139)</div><div><br></div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2023-06-06 18:07:28 UTC</pubDate>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>&nbsp;“How could anything be as bad as it was when this moment existed in the span of eternity? How could I have fear when this girl would allow me this close? How could anything matter but the small miracle of having someone I could love?”(Dimaline 160)</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2023-06-06 18:08:09 UTC</pubDate>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>“I took off running, away from camp, the Council, my family: running towards Rose, who was somewhere beyond the birch-beaded edge of the woods, running towards an idea of home that I wasn’t willing to lose, not even if it meant running away from the family I had already found”(Dimaline 217)</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2023-06-06 18:08:22 UTC</pubDate>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>“I felt content, maybe even a little more than that. I was alive and climbing a tree and a girl I was weak for was safe on the ground below. And I was doing something strong to keep her safe, to keep all of them safe. I felt old-timey, and something lush burst open in my chest” (Dimaline 87)</div><div><br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2023-06-06 18:08:45 UTC</pubDate>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>“And why was she smiling so big? I puffed out my chest a bit, remembering that I still had the longest braids, even in this larger group. That made me a better Indian, after all” (Dimaline 190)</div><div><br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2023-06-06 18:08:59 UTC</pubDate>
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