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I stared hard, trying to find a pattern. Thinking if I kept looking hard enough, maybe the pieces of the world would fit back together into something I could understand.

Carol Rifka Brunt

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Carol Rifka Brunt
Age: 54
Born: 1970
Born: January 1
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Queens
New York
Enough
Fit
Hard
Pieces
Trying
Maybe
Something
Looking
Would
Understand
Stared
Thinking
Together
Pattern
World
Back
Patterns
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Kept

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