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Ankle RollsSunday, January 4, 2009. In the slumber-sighing night room, I listen with breath held and motions stilled for the certain sounds of my children breathing. The glow-in-the-dark stars have mostly faded for the night, as have I, and smudged shapes refuse to identify themselves for what I know they are: stuffed animals. A shelf. Possibly a kitten who's padded silently in, waiting for me to settle so that she can as well. Translucence of dragonfly wings, whisping and whorling into forevers. Links to this post.
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