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She sits, tranquil on the unyielding seat. Her pale blouse crisp despite the heat. Her hand, fingers curled, rests on a leg clad in faded denim. Ankles cross gently, revealing crimson slippers, a startling exclamation. A box supports her other hand. Who is she, I wonder? This slender Bodhisattva? Where is she taking the pie-bald bunny in the box? And why? Oh, why, does it stare at me so?

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  Jan 03, 2019, 14:52.
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