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I woke up and jumped up.
there was coffee; there was tea.

my love and his love were handed
babies,
twins actually
when we sat around generations
of family. a table not quite as old as this
new england home, split water, and story, culture
and shock. children ran from one end of the
world to the other in a matter of hours, days
depending on who thought.

and the word became word when asked, and I saw him next to me. and I held him
right next to me.
 

 

[image: of kyle maclachlan and linda evangelista]