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Ashmolean Museum Neue Nationalgalerie Bagnols-sur-Cèze Townhall Isabella Stewart Gardner Museum Juan B. Castagnino Museum of Fine Art Montreal Museum of Fine Art
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5.28.24

 Hell froze over that day. 


The last laps of a fading flame, 

blue light licking up the walls, 

ready to consume --


Snuffed out. 


A single curl of smoke

pumped out in a thin line, 

writhing and gasping, 

dancing and twisting -- 


Rising only to be 



gone.

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