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Feb 11
A big whiteboard fills you, me and space.
We hover around with markers in our hands
And squeeze courage to make lines on the
Plane. How heavy the marker is and how
Dusty the eraser is. How large the board is
And how stationary I am, in that one corner.
Written by
Joy Seowon
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