Aw, beautiful, Sharon. Thank you.
Andrew
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From: "SB" <[log in to unmask]>
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Sent: Thursday, October 13, 2005 5:24 AM
Subject: Snapshot 12 October 02005
There is something about the way autumn
light enters this room through the yellow
leaves of the birch. Low and soft, it pads
through this house;
this house with its masks and its china,
its paintings of horses and skies. It touches
my face in the morning. I know it is not you
that I miss,
but loving you, wanting you. Spooned mornings
and naked afternoons, running like children
in the grownup house. The waiting for you
to come home.
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