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Nov 2012
Every moment I stood here, in sandals
meant memories to last a life long…yes,
say that is all now: valued histories.
History is all that is now, then
existence being culminated by
the sum of only experiences. My
Sandals may be worn from wear, but my feet
Have only calloused. Ready, heat?
the disappeared
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