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Just a short, as the sky is making its way to light again and then so soon to dark. I've washed the thick paint off my face for the night. Hours in makeup and hours in flowing satiny robes, long black hair pulled back in bound pigtails that make me look uncomfortably young, tied with ribbons, string, pins, amber and maroon beads fringing my vision. but this is a way to tell a story.