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Jun 2013
bit by bit we begin
to disassemble the
life we have made
here and the material
things leave cushion by
cushion, I always feel
this little ache when
saying
goodbye
to things that provided
a seat, a pillow, a drink
for so long.

bye-bye
says
the little
girl.
(c) Brooke Otto
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