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Oct 2018
ruffling through the cedar
she plucked the cigar from her palms
and into the pocket of his plaid button-up

it was in these moments that we steered away
from our harsh reality
For my Pappy.
I love you.

October 10, 2018
Written by
Sadie  17/Neither/Gilcrease Orchard
(17/Neither/Gilcrease Orchard)   
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   Aurelia Ward
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