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Let my hand remember its art.
Scribe 06 5mo
If I keep not your memory, O Jerusalem, let not my right hand keep the memory of its art.
Let my hand remember its art.
If I keep not your memory, O Jerusalem, let not my right hand keep the memory of its art.
I still recall the steady weight of a fountain pen against paper before the world turned entirely to light and cold glass.
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