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A Bit About Me
Here it lies before us- another year,unturned pageslinen stark white,preface and epilogueand we,the scribes.
What will we etch into blankness of fiber awaiting the drink of marking?What words dwell in the flow of veins from wells deep
of our within?
Ah, the reveal of chapters to come,a nakedness far whiterthan the blank of page.