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Jan 2021
I retraced the hieroglyphs with frenetic precision
running my fingers along each
ridge and valley with
unbridled vigor, desperate to be heard for
words had abandoned me.
soft, glowing red --
the essence of life
playing god
in my hands.
The story, unfinished --
i hope it never ends.
Nora
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Nora  MA -> LA
(MA -> LA)   
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   Nadin E Hopfer
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