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Jan folded the letter running a finger along its crease. She looked up- somebody was explaining functionality, She stared: the new argument was written on the white board she returned to the letter- another fold another plane pressing and creasing opening rereading vertices missed, words realigned. Sentences brokered with each new configuration, yet its meaning reformed. He- was disengaged she- was misplaced. Incongruent. She rose and left the room. There would be many such lessons. Tommy Carroll
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May 10, 2015
May 10, 2015 at 6:06 PM UTC
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Jan folded the letter running a finger along its crease. She looked up- somebody was explaining functionality, She stared: the new argument was written on the white board she returned to the letter- another fold another plane pressing and creasing opening rereading vertices missed, words realigned. Sentences brokered with each new configuration, yet its meaning reformed. He- was disengaged she- was misplaced. Incongruent. She rose and left the room. There would be many such lessons. Tommy Carroll
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May 10, 2015
May 10, 2015 at 6:06 PM UTC
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