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My Delilah. I remember her on our porch, how she closed her eyes in the sun as I held her close to me. I can hear the wind chimes from a summer afternoon. I was always clinging to her, trying to savor our quiet moments. she knew I loved her, without ever learning my words and she loved me right back.
Swimming Lessons: Poems
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