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May 2016
The less the
shape of your
face is impressed
upon an object
of perception,
the more the
immersion in it.
There's perfection
in all we face, it
wears many faces
to see if we revert
to our own.
In a state
of inattention.
Onoma
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Onoma  NYC
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