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Aug 2014
I began preparing for death at seventeen,
suddenly vividly aware of being mortal,
looking at my hands, extension-of-arm,
this will get older.

One day be mothering,
one day be wrinkled,
one day be still.
Tessa
Written by
Tessa  Botswana
(Botswana)   
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