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She was an attempted beauty

no indication she would leave.

Asked her for responses,

questions. I was older and more mature.

family equation?

we loan?

the way she looked upon the land

It made me think I, we

should be elsewhere I, me

wanted to go home, close it.

there was a grace lawn, stucco

surface. bits of unmade thoughts

reflection in glass, wood, veneer

the forest insisted on being trees

the city the city. You, I never thought of you

were you somewhere up east?