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She was close to finding him,
knew his work well.
He wasn’t stone,
but instead he chiseled.
He didn’t destroy,
but instead he built.
All the signs were there in that place.
When she found him,
and she would,
his hands wouldn’t be fists,
but instead gentle explorers.
Then, the real building would begin.
©April 2020, Christina Anne Hawthorne
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