Up the stairs when you could still climb.
Tall bookcases we tried to keep you off of.
A little stair step to your bed that his special dolls that were impossible to get the clothes on.
A closet that held lovely dresses.
Lovely dresses that were all you wanted to wear.
A place where "dark hug" was sacred.
A place were you were sacred, and safe, so I thought.
Do I remember enough of your room Ani?
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