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Limitless
March 16, 2018
There’s not enough graphite, not enough ink or chalk.
There’s not enough paint, not enough clay or pastels.
There’s not enough paper, not enough canvas or wall space.
There’s not enough memory, not enough power or capability.
There isn’t a way to describe the things I see when I close my eyes.
© Allison F., Menlo Park, CA
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