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"...and our faces, my heart, brief as photos..." John Berger
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#52 I found grace
I found grace
painting her toe-nails
along a street filled with graves.
*
She wore a white-lace hat
and a dress to match,
its bottom corners stained with grass.
...
(written in response to the prompt "searching for grace" found
here
)
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