Fatty Lumpkin’s growing old. I noticed that this winter. She lies beside the heaters, always cold....
You’re too big to fold into my lap to rock in my arms too big for me to brush my cheek across the top...
My quiet tears soon mix with ocean spray as waves curl round my feet and I must turn and inland set my face for home again....
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