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Apr 2015
Older men stand around talking about comics
when I walk in my vision all mute and
dark from the sun I sit in.

I can't recognize their faces, or their
voices and I have nothing to add to their conversation
because it was before my time.
Madeleine Toerne
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Madeleine Toerne
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   bones and Mara Kal
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