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a peonic memory

the jingle of a metal headdress
the deep red of lipstick
the fuss of grandmothers
the feel of crêpe paper and floral tape, between my fingers
the flash of a photograph
many hands, and now unremembered words
preparing us for the procession
that would soon begin

(Written & photographed on November 24th, 2013)

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