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Sunday, April 4, 2021

Campiri

Blank pages sit, but they are not really blank. They are white, but they are not really white. I see them in my imaginary microscopic-viewing eye-scope, and they are composed of millions of little particles and every color of the rainbow. I can only see this from within my campiri, a magical place my deary.  

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