it is not a new story, but one told through this voice, this time. . . the voice that strives to hear itself in truest form. . . it is an exercise in muscle, a peeling and a prying away, a pushing through and a purpose of being.
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Planes of an apple tree: a conclusion
and on the seventh day, She rested.
I will say this project is done,
not so much based on the results, but my desire to continue.
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