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Does the sea remember everything? I wonder.
Does she absorb everything? Does she keep it safe?
Virginia Woolf
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The Q: Can you fathom the spectacle that would be created if we moved together, arms outstretched, close enough to touch?
The Q: What echoes through you that longs to take form—a poem, an image, a mark, a whisper of becoming?
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