Childlike,
I imagine that sound never decays.
That I could put the needle on the record,
and listen to whistles
that can’t come anymore.
That we could hear childlike things
we once said to each other,
but have forgotten to write down.
Cry for this deafness and dumbness,
at last.
Aremyfeetofftheground 
This is lovely, Lee.
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Thank you, Carol. 🌷
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My pleasure – hope all is well with you and yours.
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Thanks, Carol, we’re ok. Hope you are as well.
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So far, so good, Lee. Please stay safe.
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