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Jul 2016
my heart leapt, when he said.



his home, he can see the beauty

there. with reality

and fiddling. films it.



forgets the language, passes

the garage and looks to me

to talk on the succulents

that grow on gabions.



my heart soars that we have

a beautiful home, with

few expectations

now.



sbm.
Sonja Benskin Mesher
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