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Letters in Concrete
Whatever I learned,
I learned from her.
She taught me how to read.
We would practice reading daily;
reading everything from storefront signs to crisp library books.
As I grew older,I read more independently
and drifted away...
The world was balanced until the internal cacophony of her brain marred us.
She couldn't understand the storefront signs
and had a short attention span for library books.
Her words were breezes,
spontaneous
and
forgotten.
I knew that it was my turn to connect with her.
It was my turn to read to her.
We read together.
We laughed again for the last time.
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