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My Keeper

I like to watch as he is gathering up his cards around him sorting them in little stacks like treasures and I sit beside or behind him waiting for a breath of relief or liberation for him to close his eyes and reel me in there's no greater treasury than the one he graciously showed me hidden and quiet in his winding mind
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