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Yellow plastic tablecloth lies wrinkled on the round table
New red candle unlit sits silently, slightly off center
Four girls watch, four girls look from the outside, try to see the inside
Four girls, listening, listen for clues

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And the last girl watches as she writes,
Tries to capture the moment on paper
What has already turned into many moments

Four girls sip stale coffee in Seattle
Barely moving, sit silently, listening for, what it it
One girl dance, one girl sings, one girl weaves fine fabric effortlessly into art with her eyes as she toys with her soft hair wound into braids
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