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[me-seum/ a museum of chi-body]
I look at my hands and feet often. And thighs. Collarbones. Neck. Chin. Eyes. Veins that run down my neck. Veins that sprawl backs of my hands...
As if astonished, intrigued, doubting.
Who is this?
This is an archive of them - of me. My physical embodiment. With time running through. With changing relationship between me and it.
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