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• 38 Feather for Kathleen Long before this light, before that first star was ever wished upon, you were a twinkle in the universe's eye, you were the glint at the tip of a feather on the wing of an angel, you are the one that the Old Ones came to know, that the Old Ones moaned of, scratched on walls about and, now and here, my hands my fingers dream of you, beyond touching and, now and here, when I press my head to this pillow, your whispers rise, flutter through my hair, your sighs shake from these sheets, wash over my belly, wash over my hands, somehow they remember you, feather, soft alive electric, somehow my shoulder remembers your sleeping face and, darling, I have sweet dreams. 39 • ...

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