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in to sleep; listen to her questions, always profound at this time of the night, about god and oceans, about life and death, about how she'll never be years old. be quiet and listen to her. sketch her face with your eyes as she stares out the window at the stars from the universe that is her covers.
follow her breath with your own, in and out, and wait for the moment when she releases the day. then rest there longer. let her dreams climb into yours, feel the softness of her small hands, and feel so blessed for that moment, ache for everyone who has had it and lost it, and realize that sadness will...
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