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  Maya chatters a language of sound and gesture to distract me from writing. Loses her soother on purpose. Jake needs a shirt from upstairs, Doesn't want to go alone, calls to me. Along the way I pick up toys, towels, clothes. I notice bread crumbs, the


from Forever the Last Time
Wolsak & Wynn
2004
Copyright © Jim Slominski