t tIME she dreamed of him she woke up beside her husband screaming.

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        “ do you e most?” he asks.

        “A lie. And you?” “Oo below his eye. She dresses and leaves.

        Ea    t so muc t about ticed before, the beginning of grey in his sandy hair.

        looked at    was a long eyebrow.

        Nothing    keep him from her.

        in t s ered plum gardens. S ure, whis much greenery feels like a ival.

        From Groppi Park t into ty, Souts empts at furnisill a sense of base camp to ers.

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        It ralis.

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        t of en parting.

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        t of ey-eigember. trees already dried by    moonlig one cool drop to fall doing at Groppi Park.    asked if    , across treet.

        all roraveller’s palms above tstretcs. the way her head and hair were above him, when she was his lover.

        No one embrace. ugs urns. Sill to make a point.

        “I just    you to kno miss you yet.”    to smile. s tepost.     ices t ted already into t ence. al, is iional. emple.

        “You will,” she says.

        From t on in our lives, so her find or lose our souls.

        o fall in love and be disassembled.

        I o tion scar. I love trument scratcself, free of her skin, years ago, when she was nine years old, in a school gymnasium.
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