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I have (re) turned to face the faceless
and find myselfabsorbed
I can write letters from home
but cannot againdepart
Don’t look for me in my story
I am not therenameless
is my unspeakable name
and all storieshappen
in this that I is
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~ miriam louisa
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this unlit light 
beautiful !!!
xxxooo
We meet in the spaciousness – never in the story. So sweet to find you there!
Love and gratitude to you, dear friend
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