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16 October 11
Tattoo your words on the skin on my city, so that all around me I see your voice, hanging in midair like sunlight caught on the wind.  Give me an annotated earth, not pristine and untouched, but one whose grasses have been gratefully given up for trampling.  I want to see proof that perhaps you once knew laughter streaming through your fields, people living in these streets, music dancing under these stars.

Tattoo your words on the skin on my city, so that all around me I see your voice, hanging in midair like sunlight caught on the wind.  Give me an annotated earth, not pristine and untouched, but one whose grasses have been gratefully given up for trampling.  I want to see proof that perhaps you once knew laughter streaming through your fields, people living in these streets, music dancing under these stars.

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