I remember we sat in the swing on the front porch & as the dusk came on us like a song, dark throated & sweet, he told me about the beginning when we had bones of light & hair that burned like the sun & I asked what happened then? & I felt him floating there in the soft dark & finally he said we forgot & I said I never would, but sometimes I do & I understand now why he put his arm around me & said nothing more.
• Archival print on museum quality, 100% cotton, acid-free paper. • Includes low-VOC foamcore backing & comes protected in a poly sleeve.
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