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Jul 2015
he said that we will die,
as all things will die,
go back to nature.

i agreed.

he will remember me.

the whole family,
returned in the evening
cooler, cleared the hay
from the graveyard.

it was hot, so
i laid a cold
flannel on
his head.

sbm.
Sonja Benskin Mesher
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