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April 2005
Reunion
By Colleen Lynn
I am dead, buried in the brown. Before this, the hand of my husband grasps my own. He wants to stop the drowning. Before this, my eyes spill salted water and I begin to float. Before this, I walk on the brown in silence. I pass through a doorway with my husband. Before this, I sit by half of my own heart who speaks in slur. He wants to speak in whole, but cancer stole part of his tongue. Before this, a tide of two thousand people gives way and I see the other half of my heart. Before this, my feet no longer touch the brown. I pass through a doorway with my husband. Before this, I hold an invitation in my hand. Even buried in the brown, I can read the words, "Class Reunion."

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