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What are you?

 A quarter dollar
Quadranscentennial
The cost of two movie tickets on opening night these days
The number seven... if you add yourself together.

Words being said again
Words being written again
Words being read again, for hours.

Lullabies
A first set of wrinkles
Wishes for a time machine
And ixnay-ing those wishes

 Walking
Not Walking
Walking again, and shouting HALLELUJAH for it.

 Four years since Argentina
Three years married
Two years teaching
One year a mother.

 Pain
Joy

 Pounds gained
Pounds lost
Recapturing beauty all the while.

 Crayons
Gardens
Walmart Grocery Pickup
Poco, The Eagles, Grizzly Goat, Phillip Phillips, and Owl City on repeat

Holding two people
REAL close
every night
t w e n t y   f i v e 

 I'll miss you.

Say hi to 
TWENTY SIX 
for me.

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