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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blind * beautiful
4.30 am
after a long night of working, talking, playing
6 people took to their pencils, looked to each other
and without peering down
drew.
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