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Jun 2019
.4.
.these keys.

no one moves the keys, changes the letters. there is a writer, and a block of stamps ready. some notes work. while. others do not.

.drilled.

no boxes left. only those of a different size, quite a shock your anger that leapt from nowhere…

3. .drilled.

lift the cotton, look again. cover the place with whiteness. pink is pretty, white is clean. they do not want to see it today, a reminder of fragility.
Sonja Benskin Mesher
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