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Jan 2021
Looking back, I think it's fitting
that we built our house of Legos.
I wonder if after I left, you took it apart,
brick by brick.
And I wonder if you felt the pain
of every wall being pulled asunder.
Never to be rebuilt.
I can still recall the lantern by the front door and the waterfall in our backyard.
Rea
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Rea  19/F
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