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Wet by the shallows - our willow.

 

 

 

You do not cry because you cannot. I will not cry because you do not.

 

 

 

You give my hands the weight of your body.

 

Rest in me.

 

What I mean is this is where I choose to die.

 

In Praise of the Healer

Sandra Ridley

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