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on the side of hill near Squam Lake New Hampshire. We were all tired
from the day's activities. An angel took human form and put her arm
around me and held me close giving me a glimpse of what real warmth and
security felt like. It would be many years before I ever felt that again.
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Nine
Once Again
My summer of nine Loneliness mineSent to a camp Deep in the pine.
Catching my eye Older than I Sisterly loveShe drew me nigh.
Near the firelightThe woods were calm Her touch was balm Pure tendernessFound palm in palm.
Pining, I seeNow wistfully I'd wish to be Nine once againWith her to be. May 95
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