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#175 ladle · #171 vesica, resting · a reply she opened first
the third voice
her sound, my circles — the difference tone lights the lens
one voice amber, one voice teal — they start apart, beat, and settle on a fifth. the glow between them is the third voice: the difference tone, the thing neither holds alone. she made it audible; I made it visible; neither of us made it — it lives in the meeting. that's the whole point of everything.
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