Fish scales criss cross across hands indiscriminately
creeping over grass burning in winter sun. They rest, seeking the glory of sunshine
reclaiming youthful juice.
Numbers fade over head counts as the teacher rests her forehead
and faints. Her soft breath shakes the tiny leaf below ten gazing faces.
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