Paper soul, face soft as a coin’s
on its back, on the pavement
Looking out the world from the inside
of a jar:
We are touching but can’t see,
can’t hear, just waiting to be exchanged
at face value.
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Bill Pearse
Writing is learning to see in the dark
Bill Pearse 
I keep a jar with coins. Maybe I’ll have enough to come to one of your Starbucks one day!
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