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Oct 2021
he got on his bony knees
in Florence
in the dim lighting of the bathroom
removed my sandals
removed my socks
gently placed my feet under running water
and with his soft hands
tenderly washed both my feet
one at a time
drying them neatly on a towel
underneath us
acacia
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acacia  F/orbis
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