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[floating_lately]

at work on saturday, i read poetry to one of my tables. an older woman with a raucous quebecois accent crowed "you've got the touch, girl." and they were all lovely. i knew one of the women from a writing workshop i had done three years ago, and not seen her since. i still have the sylvia plath books the gave me, with notes on the inside covers to

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[beforetheframe]

you really should.
i wish i could read people poetry at work.