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Bells
BELLS
through morning-blurred vision
I wake
to see my sister
dancing like a demented bird
round the bedroom
“He's been!”
“He's been!”
butterflies overwhelm my stomach
“I thought I heard bells!”
I say
sitting up
rubbing away persistent sleep
“I did too!”
she said
eyes widening in mock agreement
I follow her in the ...
Thursday 29th December 2011 1:49 pm
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