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The memory reminds me that the present moment is fleeting, especially if the present moment is painful.
Grace in Memory
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My forehead is an unfurled
name. I will always be warm
with his body I bore like a mother.
name. I will always be warm
with his body I bore like a mother.
Poem | Rood Riddle
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