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For a moment you are strange,
a peculiarity.
If I close my eyes
your face disappears.
Spectral threads
must be twisted together
just to bring you back.
Smiling you raise your head
above the laptop.
The inexplicable
peers over
a familiarity.
Our history comes back
in sparks and dimples.
(C) Eric Ashford July 08
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