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it is a puzzle. the kind where pieces are lined up and pushed in place according to what feels right, which pieces feel at home with each other, next door to each other, the odd back and forth dance of finding where the line is. the line between this and that. that velvet, that blur. and of course every question feels inadequate. they fall so short of the mark. where are all the arrows, flung far and hitting the red heart of the target dead-on?



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