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She called me from downstairs. There's some gear, medical stuff outside, two cases, a midwife's instruments, why put them here? Don't touch them, you never know these days, perhaps they're from next door. She's a midwife, so I hear. I'll ask them to identify. They checked and foud her car unlocked. But why left for us to find? A joke? A cruel comment, mocking us who nest no more.
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Jun 25, 2016
Jun 25, 2016 at 1:43 PM UTC
The Empty Nest
She called me from downstairs. There's some gear, medical stuff outside, two cases, a midwife's instruments, why put them here? Don't touch them, you never know these days, perhaps they're from next door. She's a midwife, so I hear. I'll ask them to identify. They checked and foud her car unlocked. But why left for us to find? A joke? A cruel comment, mocking us who nest no more.
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Jun 25, 2016
Jun 25, 2016 at 1:43 PM UTC
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