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… later, when we returned, you put your fingers on the spaces where my toes would go, and traced the movement of my feet in the sand, and when I gave you that look, the one I give, you shook your head and told me: I would never understand. — Kevin Kevin Hodgson´s last blog post ..Slice of Life: Stories on the Wall Reply
… later, when we
returned, you
put your fingers
on the spaces
where my toes
would go, and
traced the movement
of my feet
in the sand,
and when I gave you
that look, the one I give,
you shook your head
and told me:
I would never understand.
— Kevin
Kevin Hodgson´s last blog post ..Slice of Life: Stories on the Wall