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friday refrains · lost daughters, part II

Friday 15 August 2008 | someone left a cookie

In the white-white room he said, Is she a woman? asked why and the spiked tools laid in neat lines rows of recommendations, reasons, the aforementioned not-thought-of, it’s-too-late, what-were-you-thinkings she felt in their green gaze under the strobe and light altering, or something else fading in the waiting room: plastic toys, a small brown boy [...]

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