9. Carrying Dreams

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Years ago there was a boy who lived at sea.
(of course they were all boys back then)

He washed up on my shore and 
I took him in, listened to his stories, 
learned the details of his planks and rigging. 

I took him into me. 

The first time we kissed was 
in the rain on Providence Street, 
and I still consider it one of the 
most beautiful moments of my life. 

There’s something to be said 
for kissing in the rain. 

And now I see a boat in the distance, sailing closer, 
carrying dreams across the sea. 

Is it too much to hope for? 

Is it too much?

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