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Sep 2015
The last sunset
Nothing worked
Not my phone, the cabs, or the traffic.
So much traffic!!
When you opened your door
Your handsome face was a mask of worry.
In the cab you STILL insisted
THIS was a terrible idea
Yet...
You reached for my hand and held it
With hookah, conversation, and smiles
We welcomed Ramadan and love.
Emily Norton
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