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Jun 2019
There is fresh coffee
and peaches on the table
the sun is shining through
the open kitchen door
where your son
is counting the bricks
of the stonewall,
distracted only
by a bee inspecting
the heart of a nearby
sunflower.
Written by
Tom Harding
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     ---, shamamama, winter sakuras and ---
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