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Feb 2021
there's an emphasis on

hands melting like the

wax of unlit candles.

reaching out.

the stifled coughs of a

pew's darknessΒ Β can be

heard, along with the

smell of freshly baked

bread.

Rembrandt works his way

through a crowd, to where

icons live in paint.

with no need of restoration.
Onoma
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Onoma  (N)ow(Y)ou(C)an
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