fine powders rest in decorative boxes and while not fixated on pleasantries they serve to lift the smile left behind from every loving and intentional touch.
July 10, 1985
A black man stands in the middle of a busy road screaming at no one in particular. His child is being withheld from him and some stop to listen at what sounds like righteous outrage. Across the street on a nearby sidewalk a young girl finds herself frozen in place and staring at him in fear. His fingerprints are all over her and though no one can see them she lives silently in the haze of shame and disgust painted silently on her skin. Finally the man is hit by a car. The girl smiles and grabs the hand of the child next to her.
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