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Feb 2012
Black water ran from my rapidly aging hands.
The cobwebs of hair surrounding my head tangled around my brain and pushed me to remember the rest of the night.

All of the trees  twisted and began to breath with me.

I will never know if I gained a new piece of my soul, or lost a piece I never knew I had.
Mara Siegel
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Mara Siegel  Atlanta.
(Atlanta.)   
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