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Mar 2023
The washer and dryer mask the sound of Nana and me
Down the three or four steps to the garage
Of the Blackberne house
Her hands on my hands or more likely
Gripping my forearms
As dimples take over my chin
Voice shaking
As she dredges the grief of the day out of me
Austin Sessoms
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Austin Sessoms  31/M/Portland, OR
(31/M/Portland, OR)   
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