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She requests this without a word
stepping from the bath
hair still wet,
droplets darkening the shoulders of her robe.

She sits in a chair facing the bedroom window
eyes closed, hands in lap and 6:30 pm sun on her face

I comb out her brown waves with only fingertips
~down and away~
until it is almost dry

She reaches for my hands, when she's
ready to start

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