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Oct 2012
I don't cry
but
my knees ache.

they ache as much as if I'd fallen & cracked them in my childhood and now the cold finds the weakness
and takes up residence.
Hannah Currier
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Hannah Currier
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   Makiya, ---, --- and Raj Arumugam
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