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Jul 2020
The book was soaking on a bench
in the park.
It was dripping from my hands the
whole way home.
It was drying on the sill when first
it sparked.
It was warm and dry again when
out it roamed.
dare I say that this series is almost over and things are slowly... returning?
Em Glass
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Em Glass  26/NY
(26/NY)   
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