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Every word the last
spoken, every breath
the last. A precious
jewel in this.
Jake I love you,
standing in the cold
spring rain waiting
for your school bus. We talk
about how too early
it is to be waiting,
how too cold. And what
would you bring to school
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from The Wind is a Tall Man Striding
watershedBooks
2000
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