I dropped into my father’s casketa faded photoin which he stood on a beach, ankle deepin an ocean wave, lifting a child.He swung me high into morning.My bucket hat flew from my head,landing in a moat circling a fortressmolded from sand and store-boughtconch shells.His powdered face at restless beautiful than his surprisewhen milk for our …
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