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Memory

Twenty-four poems, each given the space a line of verse asks for. Nothing here is arranged to be read quickly.

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Alone on the shore,
 I count my footsteps that the wind has erased.

The Old Kitchen

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The Old Kitchen

Some places stay with us, not because of their size, but because of the love that filled them.

Alone on the shore,
 I count my footsteps that the wind has erased.

The Old Kitchen

[Human Facets content required]

The Old Kitchen

Some places stay with us, not because of their size, but because of the love that filled them.

Alone on the shore,
 I count my footsteps that the wind has erased.

The Old Kitchen

[Human Facets content required]

The Old Kitchen

Some places stay with us, not because of their size, but because of the love that filled them.

Alone on the shore,
 I count my footsteps that the wind has erased.

The Old Kitchen

[Human Facets content required]

The Old Kitchen

Some places stay with us, not because of their size, but because of the love that filled them.

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