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I haven't been saturated in rain for some time or bathed in soapy shades of color - I haven't touched my hip- bone to a ballet barre or even talked to my mother I haven't felt the tiny hand of a child touch my arm or ran without the need for speed or been to my best friend's farm - it happened a few years ago and I really am not sure why I fell into a sleepy spell between now and when you died - I moved to the desert, and I hardly said goodbye... It's the hottest place I've ever been, but that's not what made me dry.
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Feb 19, 2017
Feb 19, 2017 at 6:15 PM UTC
Dry.
I haven't been saturated in rain for some time or bathed in soapy shades of color - I haven't touched my hip- bone to a ballet barre or even talked to my mother I haven't felt the tiny hand of a child touch my arm or ran without the need for speed or been to my best friend's farm - it happened a few years ago and I really am not sure why I fell into a sleepy spell between now and when you died - I moved to the desert, and I hardly said goodbye... It's the hottest place I've ever been, but that's not what made me dry.
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Feb 19, 2017
Feb 19, 2017 at 6:15 PM UTC
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