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Mar 2021
The wind blows the grains of dry sand
away from the paper and
a question emerges
reading
Who are you
in clear letters
You remember
and hear
the earnest tone of this phrase
and no hint of your own
uncertainty
is mirrored
in this question
A reckless kid asks for a soothing counterpart...
Me
Written by
Me  Here and Now
(Here and Now)   
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