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the afternoon was a river
and became a waterfall
into the night. 

I swam slowly in my paints while cookies, fudge, and family moved around me. 
I imagine tomorrow like the kitchen
I was brought up in, the kitchen I am drawing in.

stir in the sugar, baked in the oven, and here it is.
time and time
again.

 

[image: Karen Cygnarowicz]

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