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You held me in a 

downtown park

with stern hands

that conveyed not warmth but safety,

a roof,

a full tummy.

It was 

April

and the birds and the bees and the soil and the flowers and the trees and their blossoms could no longer contain their secrets.

Today it all came back to me.

and now I think I understand 

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