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A building where people and stories are on stage
Salty water everywhere but not sea in sight.
A tiny bead, like fragile glass, strung along a cord of grass.
Always old, sometimes new. Never sad, sometimes blue. Never empty, sometimes full. Never pushes, always pulls.
Never alive but practically extinct. How we miss the letters pressing the ribbon of ink. What is it?
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