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a stranger in a strange land.

The world will forget these children.

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to be.

...there is the conversation...given in the language of chemical exchanges...

noise on an otherwise quiet day

...the pattern of the grain flows with divergent needs, some cells expanding slightly, others contracting.

you may delay

The one that holds fast to my son’s finger lingers a while, a portion of its allotted thirty-six hours spent here under the breath of a three-year-old boy.

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