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I hear the door to the porch open and creak, the insects vibrating the heat from their bodies, and a final click. I hear you making your way to the kitchen and I can’t shake your strength as you do. Each day you wake and hear me born and put your feet into the carpet next to your bed as though you balanced the span of Atlas. 

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