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Last week of a life
Together, you and your spirit and you
made the arrangements while time ran down in the way of flesh that is coming unloose.
Outwardly almost the same: your hands
wore your rings, your ankles held the swelling in your voice just slightly fainter asked and was concerned for friends
to whom you spoke rationed words, remembering
each in their uniqueness, their life while they were coming to see you who had turned wholly and utterly gift.
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