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Hardly much moved but time and
tractors
and the braying of one lonely
donkey
and a little girl who couldn't
speak.
She rubbed fingers on his
nose.
So softly, she mumbled
something
that the flies did not
enjoy.
I expected her to
smile
but she wasn't
going to.
Shot a photo
anyway
but only in
memory,
far away
stuck
in my
eye.
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