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Raquel Angel Nagler


Scarred Mirrors (15)


Noon heat.
Everything exhales itself into us.
We recognize things our body so often forgets:
The softness of the air. The smell of quiet.



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Submitted: Sunday, June 16, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, July 30, 2013
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