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The dry skin under his wedding ring
long thick fingers
rough but gentle
the short nails trimmed
the gold-ness of the plain ring
and smooth fingertips
My childhood's his warm smile
infectious laughter
being held together by
father-daughter dances
imprinting bonding moments
and knowing
I'll never be alone
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