(C) Singleton 2009It was the light from the stairwaydoordancing in smokey shadows....long arms reaching out and touchingeach and every garment there....rattling old metal coat hangers....Making me Look....And there in the attic,I found her....A thousand memories old...the dress she loved in.....perfectly pressed between the cornflower blue shirtand the musky old trenchcoat of a stranger...And
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