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Salt
I can’t simply pretend that I’ve seen the world. I’ve touched, experienced, and loved pieces. Held; hands full of sand and watched the grains drift through the air. I’ve built wonderlands in my backyard and I hold with me the vivid eyes of a child learning always, and yearning for the opportunity to imagine. While progressing in life, abrasions have been curated across my body; a gallery of...
