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It was there. We continued our path to the line scratched out of the dirt and pressed clear. The knotted roots were tripping me, but I did it, I went back. The space opened.
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And that was when I was in the backyard. Tree stumps and patches. So I went up to the back door and looked through it, and I saw her from behind, standing at the sink, washing the dishes.
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