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Wednesday, July 20, 2011


Lying in bed stirring from a late afternoon nap with two dogs posed like a double exposure I thought again of your staccato breathing hugging me goodbye this weekend and had to roll over to absorb the memory that knocked the breath from me- sensory loaded images of growling, biting, howling bodies. I think when we came together we held the power to break the world apart.

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