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Feb 2014
I said her name enough for the word to empty, enough to fill it up with the mere sounds made into the shapes that make me who I am, and today, she whispered my name until I was awake.  ~Her sound
Michael W Noland
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Michael W Noland  Seattle
(Seattle)   
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   Patricia Drake
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