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By Isabel Ferguson / December 10, 1991

Warrior womenwho look to be meager, despised, are dancing on the precipice of thought: one foot firm on the ground to defy in themselves hopelessness, envy, anger; the other raised sole to the sky, a kick at convention, salute to all sisters laughing on the lip of their lives.

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