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“From behind a wide cloud slid stars like flecks of bone, old and glowing. They held their breaths. When one dashed across the black, I think I gasped admiring the platonic plummet: it left no fallen body. No broken heft.” A poem by Nell Wright. https://t.co/bmxKWYP5ch — PolitiTweet.org

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Under President Jair Bolsonaro, settlers have become more brazen in transgressing the boundaries of indigenous territory. Last month, an environmental reporter and an Indigenous-affairs expert vanished just outside the Javari Valley Indigenous Reserve. https://t.co/0XCDimdzbP — PolitiTweet.org