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Dec 2017
This need to prematurely make sense of everything is not "letting go."
So, I have blindfolded myself by which I do not know the color, but only the surprisingly smooth silk.
And with the same fabric I have tied my palms together, praying for grace above all else.
kdd
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kdd  23/F/Houston, TX
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