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When the sun's in your eyes and you lift a hand to your face. What we see off the edge of the frame where a brother throws a rock at another brother. The upper portion of the nose broken, the sister's bedroom walls painted white. Lay the medicine on the table. It is for the boy who lay in the grass for too long. What I mean is it's the quality of light that moves me |
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