In my dreams, my
mother is hidden.
A shadow
in the next room.
Not home yet. Upstairs.
At another house.
I almost hear her voice.
She’s right on the edge of
there.
My Mother
In my dreams, my
mother is hidden.
A shadow
in the next room.
Not home yet. Upstairs.
At another house.
I almost hear her voice.
She’s right on the edge of
there.
ruffdraft 
very deeeep!
gem
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Three weeks later, this still speaks to me.
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