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Friday, January 1, 2010
#37 - H. P.
Sometimes, when I couldn't sleep, you'd lay me on my stomach and run your fingers up my back, mimicking ants at a picnic. The strongest person I've ever known, you had a background full of pain and shame and loss. I miss you.
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