Question

Some twenty - thirty - years later
She'd laugh at the snapshot. “See Be
And Dolly," she'd say, "and look how
Dressed us for the beach." The sea ho
Was her past, mine is her laughter. Bo
With the laboured ease of loss.
Now she's been dead nearly as many
As that girl lived. And of this circums
There is nothing to say at all.
Its silence silences.​

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