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while dew was still shining on flowers
mother went with her knapsack of seeds to the cemetery to raise petunias and daisies father climbed on the top of the cherry tree half-sleeping a baby spring wind opened a pathway in his white hair some bees came to visit us but it was too early I waved my arms to send them away fearing they would frighten dad or they will make him think it was too late in order not to wake him up or lull him asleep completely at our home while mother pulled out weeds father lay stretched atop the cherry tree like over a calm sea to avoid drowning the way all dead float still on their backs over flowers
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