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Oct 2016
The lines on the page are wiggling...
slipping through the loose fibers
until they free themselves
tiny graphite slivers
particles of a single
element
C
Eliza Fairchild
Written by
Eliza Fairchild  Ithaca
(Ithaca)   
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   ---, Doug Potter and ---
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