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Show Go Love/230 where she lay breathing, the air rasping a little over big tonsils She picked the wild blue flowers while Renee and I made dinner, formed a bouquet and told me to shut my eyes. "Open, Daddio," she said. And my eyes opened to this little girl with her hair blowing in the breeze off the ocean, her eyes wavering between smile and worry, a perfect mix of all my relations. She lifts the blue flowers up and wonders if I will take them. "I love you," Lara said. "Here." A light rain falls on our tent roof. I hear the ocean and the ones breathing who love me, and the way these mix |
