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Apr 2020
memory is thought to be gone,
remnants remain, hiding.
working faster with out all

those words,
those images

ideals

bare bones of the fact  replaced,
restarted, corrupted items place gently
in the box, tied.
turn with dust.

crosses.
Sonja Benskin Mesher
35
     Tonya Maria and Weeping willow
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