July 2011
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Sometimes I have a dream that lasts all night. I spend my days crawling with my nose to the floor, searching. Collecting the fallen strands. I go to him and look down on the bouquet before me. He lets me find a place for every curl. And once I have arranged each one neatly atop his head, he looks at me and he smiles. It’s like they never left.
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