Ring

There is a form around traction. There’s a forager and a forest of fractions. They are incarnate. Fractions go through its fingers. It is the holding of ocean when we kneel at the edge. No different a marriage. A body kneeling. To take hold of the fingers, which are seafoam. If we tell the truth. If we look at the ocean.

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