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Sunday, June 2, 2019
42 toward the Omer
malkut shebyesod
Touch this plant, they say, and I do. Rubbery, they say. It is, I say. It’s been weird to touch things, I say, soft things, fuzzy things—there’s something about it I haven’t been grasping, this thing where my hands are me.
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