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Too Near To See

Mother thought me gone. She wrote cryptic notes left them in the mailbox unaddressed. Occasionally she thought me dead or travelling in a dangerous land being held hostage by hostile tribesmen. Eventually she gave up yet I was always near laying on my bed next to her room. She never did discover my vicinity, my close proximity. When she died - I travelled.

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