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114 All of It Welcome Late afternoon I lie down for a nap but instead of sleep Daddy opens the door behind my eyes. He’s in his shirtsleeves standing on the carpet before the carpet before the flood. He reaches me into a hug snug as bark. “I didn’t think you were here,” I say. “Yep,” he answers. “It’s me.” “But Daddy,” I start, “it’s all gone.” Nonsense. How can the house be gone when we’re standing in it? “What time is it?” I ask and he laughs. No time, no time at all. ...

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