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Trykdyn

At the beginning when mush squished in my nose and I felt the world through my mother’s skin, I grabbed words by the umbilical cord. Now cut, dry, and old, I pull on any cord I can find that ends with a word of purpose in this unfathomably perturbing world.

I write.

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