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She Reads

December 23, 2012
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She reads as though the words were friends, whose actions and meaning are all familiar traits.

Comfortable, reliable words upon which she can depend.

Her voice falls into a contralto of sadness,
as absent-mindedly as one might fall into a favoured armchair.

She captures all the lighter moments of their lives,
these words, these friends of hers.

And I go swimming in her tones.

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