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Late night sessions
of hot tea drinking.
Our many fantasy sessions.
Now we have our fantasy men.
Two different states,
with babies of our own.
No hot tea, no fantasys.
When we come together again,
one hand of poker.
Desperata and Apache
will rise again
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What a delight! You got me into the friendship and the mind-play with so few words.
There is also the delight of knowing that you still communicate although distance is working its way between you; although family has helped that distance get a foothold.
I wonder if a whitespace between "sessions" and "Now" and between "own" and "No" ... naw ... let's just leave it as it is. It is short, to the point, poignant.
