Had to share this given the subject matter. Beautifully expressed Becky!

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In the broad brim of her Sunday-best
hat, lie motes of space dust – genes
she gifts her son, his daughter, her son

and his daughter. One hundred years
in sepia. Right there. While she is washed
in last century – her heat and chaos stopped –

her alchemy lives on. In us. With a shot
of developer, stopper and fixer, his hands
halt time, freezing her fleeting mundane

to still history. Our gaze, alight with
recognition (her nose? his bright eyes? )
revives her now. She’s us and we are she;

spiraling this cosmic string.

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