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Sister

Miles and an ocean between us

Your voice, your face -- missing

 

Do you remember, as a little girl, dancing to the TV?

I don't remember, but I have seen it in home movies

Deep glimpses from the past that never change or age

 

You walk a little slower now

You can reveal or keep your own ways

Happy to happier you forge your path

Until the wind tangles your graying hair

🌷(3)

◄ Meeting

KDM ►

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