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Sep 2012
have always fluttered into hearts with ease. Such elegant creations made from such a versatile canvas. Paper. A piece for the writer and a piece for the hands that can manipulate you into a beautiful form of art. Let me use my canvas to write about the way your hands work so steady and knowing. Every crease is pressed with ease and folds are done like a memory well worked. I watch you with a day floating through my head when the moonlight peaked through blinds and cranes were flying high above my head in a mess of dizzying confusion.
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Samber  TX
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