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She be dead these many years poor Waterlily. She be borned an raised near the saltwater creeks in the low country of South Carolina dat be too de reason she be talking funny 'corrding to Yankee talk.
I be dreaming just now maybe she come back just for little while, sit up on my lap here and stick her little head up under my sweater den she be sighing like she do back when and her tail be wagging and she go to sleep safe with me.
One time I recalls she be barking, barking, barking like feisty little dogs do! I say "Shut up Waterlily damn it." real loud like. She lay there 'neath the table purse her little black lips and say real quiet like "wooof". Den she kinda smile at me cause she gets in the last word, she be sighing den she sleep her head resting at my feets.
Damn I miss her.
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