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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


from The Wind is a Tall Man Striding
watershedBooks
2000
Copyright © Jim Slominski