Taking things slow. I am still mass producing, one at a time, to forty-eight. Each soap the same, yet each slightly different.
Questioning, What are we multiplying? (As Anitra copied my image with child,)
Are there ever two that are the same and why the insistence on the copy? Thinking of the education system.
What/who is the source?
He grows more gentle, more uncertain, opening his eyes:
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