After I blow the fifth take of the recitation and reading
with only three lines to go out of one hundred fifty-four,
I wail out a 'no' and bury my head in my hands, sadly.
I take a deep breathe before I look back into the dot
that conceals the camera, take a moment to lament,
before I stop the recording and start another session,
one filled with dyslexic stumbles and forgotten words,
but I press onward with each press of the 'Capture' button.
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