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Mar 2013
Along the coast
I watched your breathing,
your hair wet
with spray
and you entirely
beautiful.
I thought:
How can I not fall
in love with you?
The beach
was a place
where you knew vague death
and life vaguely
and I knew only
discovery.
Written by
Henry Mulligan  Missoula, Montana
(Missoula, Montana)   
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   patti and Kate
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