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May 2016
There was this little girl's
face in a passing stroller...
a thick streaking
tear lay on her left
cheek.
Except, her ******
expression was now
one of utter calm.
Her eyes were wide
with expanse, the
Great Consoler had
already dissolved
her little problem.
Onoma
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Onoma  NYC
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