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White cotton stitched together, welcoming a grizzly sense of touch, held me through infancy — tickling me with ***** fingernails.
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Jan 9, 2012
Jan 9, 2012 at 3:39 AM UTC
A Residual Self-Image
White cotton stitched together, welcoming a grizzly sense of touch, held me through infancy — tickling me with ***** fingernails.
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Jan 9, 2012
Jan 9, 2012 at 3:39 AM UTC
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