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Mar 2019
"She wondered 'If I had woken up, would I have smelled his sadness, his desperation, and his detachment?

His death, her breath.

He told her once, she remembers, these two words have no other rhyme but each other.

If she could go back, she thinks---

She would open her eyes, instead of her heart."
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Stained Glass  17/F
(17/F)   
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       Stained Glass and Catharsis
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