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An unexpected shrill fills the air and we rush to the telephone. Technology identifies an unexpected caller and questions start swirling through the frontal lobe worrying about safety and health but filled with a biting curiosity. Then her flattened, bubble of a voice floats through the etherworld and lands in my ear and I wonder not about safety or health, but about developing boundaries.

 

On the occasion of a young woman from detention calling my cell phone.

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