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My Father

My Father

I had a nightmare

And I awoke.

I ran

To the room of my father.

I crawled into bed

And lay next to him.

In the folds of his blankets

With my head on his chest.

His warm breath

And calm presence

Soothed me.

I had a nightmare

And the nightmare was our world.

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