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Nov 2014
The sun coats me briefly, accumulating on my skin, until it's lost again, the warmth dripping under shade's chill, leaving me damp and stiff as a grave.

Then your eyes drift to mine, and the warmth radiates deep within me, regardless of nature's cold shelter above me, defrosting my soul, melting me free.
The positive results of object writing.
Anne-Marie Mendonça
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Anne-Marie Mendonça  Philadelphia, PA.
(Philadelphia, PA.)   
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