Sporadic.

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Words find me harder. Paradoxical.
There is a constant hum , almost a feeling , in everything I am.
I don’t recognize myself.
This must be what a plume is feeling like.
Still , I am what I am.
I , I , I .
I don’t agree with those words. ( … )

For Maureen , with love.
I miss you !

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