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  • The Beautiful Rituals

    Arms flash tiny bits of skin under coats or long suit jacket sleeves – skin white, skin dark rhythmic in the regularity of forward swinging momentum. Humans walk into a building, arched entrance regimented angularity from Art Deco applique the lobby smells like arthritis cream and Irish Spring. Chatter echoes around the communal space mother…

    The Beautiful Rituals