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trials mirrored in the slow flowing waters of the day an ambling movement towards nothing much at all poison washing out leaving the body drained was this what was wanted? scrubbing the drained vessel with prairie sage to prepare for reclamation tomorrow will be a reckoning wrapped in the cloak of rest
sceadugenga 
A powerful piece, Michael. What is there but nothing? At some point the fog lifts and this becomes apparent – but what then?
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The original self remains. Perhaps. With nurture? Who knows?
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