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71 psalm Like a skin on milk I write to you I hurl the letters of your name onto every page, one and many I know you are reading over my shoulder look each of us possesses a book of life each attempts to read what the other has scripted in these almost illegible letters tipped by crowns what is the story we want to know * * * * would you turn off that faucet, I shout to my husband but to you I say: never turn it off ...

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