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Scratching, clawing until the fingers bleed and nails split I find luster where there was none. There is promise. A curse lifted, circulation returns to numbed limbs... the veil dissolves from disappointed eyes. Awakening, carried off by unhurried roads over rivers that seemed coursing with liquid opal. Reflecting. Brought on by just a word. A reaction. Colors. Intent.
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