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A Dream of Poverty and Mother Theresa

Barreling through the gates of hell with 4 pairs of gum,
I shalt not smoke!

I lost 2, and find a new pack of red instead of pink, but want to be honest--

It was stolen down the impoverished line of hands after leaving a scene in India with 10s of thousands of young women hoping for beauty queen-dom.  But none are picked, and just plumped for the cause...

A lady idol tells women how to feel beautiful by touch. Some melt in her hands out of joy and brighten as she follows her touches across their faces-- while others are clever on the insides, knowing their beauty-- glowing further in grace.

The gum is my entry in to the male section of the impoverished holdings as I try to get it right. I have to explain myself in detail to a man, who thinks the stitch I am using should be honored like their own flag: with great care and attention.  He likes "it is more an art and less a science"

I hear cries from around the world as I wake up... humans and elephants nearby.




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