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Dec 2023
A breath held;
a mollusk in the sea,
its shell
so small and fragile,
overtaken
by the wild ocean in a great, swirling motion.

It will be empty now.
Grace
Written by
Grace  F/Voie Des Papillons
(F/Voie Des Papillons)   
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       Frances E McClelland, Rob Rutledge and Timothy
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