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Without Katie
near shore, the lake
bounced with chops spawned
by a rising storm,
and cattails moaned too
if you listened, but
Jen was deep, deep,
in memory, seeing Katie
everywhere, her
joyful voice plunging
from thick waves, her
laughter zipping from the boat,
her eyes bright with fun,
growing up, growing away,
and gone so soon.
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