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Aug 2013
I feel that cold beneath my feet.
Under the cupboards, under my feet.
In the air, not visible.
Yet I know you are there.
What a comfort.
I smile in my security,
Knowing your presence does not have to be seen,
To be there.
karen champagne
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karen champagne  nh
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