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i was born a block of white marble. black veins running through me, a rosy glow in the sunset.

the sculptor stands large with tarnished hammer and glinting chisel

chip chip

strengthen and grow bold with age, corners clearing and lines sharpening.

chip. sam. chip chip chip. scratching and tapping for 2 years, the chisel sharpens as the stone wears.

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december 23, 1998

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michelle chip

and so on and so on . . .

open your eyes after all these years and see standing alone a smooth marble egg where once a tower stood. the black veins are still glittering like charcol lightning and light blazes off the surface like a camera flash. strong as steel and silky as glass. but oh, so small . . .