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The fish I throw back
The first evening star
A smile in the waiting room
Sand on the doorstep
The cool other side of the pillow
The dogs running the fence line, barking as the neighbor kids ride back and forth
Conversation over dinner
Slow walks in warm summer rain
Bumping heads as we both reach for the fallen pen
Waking
Breathing
Laughing
I like.