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Feb 12
That vulnerable place in you? When you’re cracked wide open, that tiny thin trembling part of you? You take your instrument of art and pull it across that part of you, like a bow on a violin string, and it sings.
N E Waters
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N E Waters  Eugene
(Eugene)   
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       Miriam, Iz, Dina, Laura Duran and cristina
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