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Oct 2012
moth smell
dusty grains,
light fragments
cloth smothered areas,
noise of nations unrecognizable
colors, plaids, stripes,
the hunt for something unique
a new hand me down.
always brings a smile to my face.
Kara Goss
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Kara Goss  Chicago
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