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The Ribbon
★★★★★
I was in her hair when they decided what she was for. I came out of the water in a closed fist. They almost threw me away with her. I am what you keep when you want proof and also want to stay innocent of proof.
Always on her. The sources are dull and united: dress the doll. Give her color so the death looks commissioned. Coral if you have it. Ribbon if you do not. When the current finished with the straw, someone still had a scrap in a fist. That is how evidence survives a festival. You keep the pretty part. You let the rest become weather. You hang the ribbon in a kitchen and tell the children it is folk art.
She will not untie herself. She was in the hair when they decided what the hair was for.
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