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A shirt thin dark-haired mother bent over
her crying little girl on the playground in front of the brick school building in the cool late afternoon breeze the mother's white blouse, black leather jacket and blue jeans matched the little girl's red, pink, white and yellow dress amongst the colorblind by the time the light changed the mother had wiped the dirt out of the wound spoken forehead to forehead in soft words until the tears stopped as I drove away there was a big smile. |
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