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As a boy growing up in rural Iowa I thought love was curve of neck, tone of voice, hang of breast, thick of hair, length of step, temperature of hand, hue of skin, size of soul; I still think so.
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Sep 6, 2016
Sep 6, 2016 at 10:12 AM UTC
Of an Iowa Boy
As a boy growing up in rural Iowa I thought love was curve of neck, tone of voice, hang of breast, thick of hair, length of step, temperature of hand, hue of skin, size of soul; I still think so.
doug-potter
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Sep 6, 2016
Sep 6, 2016 at 10:12 AM UTC
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