in the moment
there was no winner,
just backing into
corners,
where sunlight could
not reach,
and eyes would
not blink-
despite dust
hanging on each word.
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hands in the garden 
Hey! Reading you after a long time. Great work.
Thanks. It’s really nice to see your name pop up. I hope things are well and thanks for reading.