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The Jester

Oily feet, under trunks of a tree.
I imagined.
You could say.

A person.

But how this person looked.
Is,
black.

To my memory.

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There are questions here and angles I enjoyed figuring out. I May be off the mark of your intention though. My mind travels a bit, so thankful you gave space for my own interpretation.

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