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Sep 2010
These beads are warm against my palm.
Forming a chain they hang
low
reflecting
refracting light
from my window glass.

Warmth permeates
the hard plastic exterior
trapping orbs of sunshine
within.

Like miniature suns
the chain transforms
becoming ethereal
in its beauty.

They smooth the the wrinkles
of my fingerprints
and leave behind
the smell of light.
Kimberly C Brown
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