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What is not brown? Your teddy bear’s fur? The coffee you sip or the chocolate you nibble? The mud that gives your greens? Or your boots made of leather? Falcon’s feathers or your own eye’s color? Desert dates or Moses honey? Autumn leaves drenched in a dirt puddle? Your guitar’s wood? Or the spices in your food? Sundried wheat or almonds roasted? clotted blood or wounds unfazed? Then why when it comes to skin are you so troubled?

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Date: 12/9/2018 9:04:00 PM
I kept saying "where is he going with this?" Where? Aha! The ending is often a wonderful place to let the writer in. And so you did!
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