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Sep 2015
yet a large loaf is too big for one.

each day we draw a dress, mainly charcoal.

it is disaster there, they sleep on streets,
there is no aid, the radio plays. for real.

each day we draw a dress, mainly charcoal.

pins cannot mend some things.those found
on beaches.
sbm.
Sonja Benskin Mesher
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     bones, martin, chimaera, Sjr1000, --- and 4 others
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