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for her the key has always been the way she looks except to me it is the way she looks at me suddenly and I feel her eyes the way small plays appear in the middle of her sentences and dance on her lips the way she asks me the questions I want to answer and I do and when the words come without their customary caution she makes them stay the way she opens to me like she has known me all her life and I am so welcomed from my longest journey and there is so much to tell and I do the way we seem like conjoined twins who've been split each missing parts the other has kept for us but most in that the contact of eyes is so simple like a mirror with a better view so that somehow I can tell if this is the brief dream it seems when I wake she will be there still looking into my eyes from so near her breath is mine

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