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Kate Kearns A Body is a Map of Abundance Life lived wholly leaves a mark, stretches silver streaks into the skin. A belly, loose and light, remembers the wiggling warmth. The pen’s insistent pressing forms a comfortable dent – a repeated touch, a callous – forward motion, a scar. The lost lay white and gleaming in our hair, covered, perhaps, but never gone. Life leaves evidence. Sunshine notes its presence on the flesh.
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