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Jan 2015
as if you had never left.

it is all much the same, yet much is broken.



shall we stick it, glue it

back into place?



will the cat shed fluff where we have cleaned

already?



things move on nicely, new horizons, yet

some times bathing, it feels

that you never left.



warm flannels soothe.



sbm.
Sonja Benskin Mesher
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