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June 6, 2012


by gfsnell3

Hidden behind a pane of smeared



In a messy kitchen,

gazing out over the brick


scattered with pine needles

and twigs.


behind the white picket


Flashes of barefoot daughters

squealing with joy.

Skipping, jumping,

kicking a soccer ball.

And a weight of anxiety


Replaced by the lightness of

dirty faces

and bouncing hair.


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