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Jan 2023
Everything had collapsed.
No any distinct day to rise.
But we know there is a rising.
And then no one knows when.
Shape your joints well and close-fitting.
When your falls arrive.
It will feel sloping to you.
Safana
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   Salmabanu Hatim and Rob Rutledge
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