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Re: Two Hands, One Heart
Thanks very much Sean and Rena. I have a rather vivid memory of my grandpa telling me about his experiences in the war (I wish I could remember exactly what he said! I had to make up most of this.), and my mom scolding him for telling such graphic stories to a seven year old. But the horror of war stuck with me. I've always wanted to but this into a piece of writing, but haven't gotten to it until now. Thanks for reading.
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The fog comes
on little cat feet.
It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on.
-Carl Sandburg
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