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The Canoe
You hold the pine branch up for me and I slide under, ducking reality to waste afternoons of our lives on our beach. And as for our unfledged romance, the canoe has been here for all of it, snug in the shallow water, hidden in the bullfrog’s rushes. We are the only two who knew, who dared to take it out, back when you were growing your first beard.
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