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With Kit,
Age 7, at the
We would climb the highest dune, from there to gaze and come down: the ocean was performing; we contributed our climb.
Waves leapfrogged and came straight out of the storm.
What should our gaze mean?
Kit waited for me to decide.
Standing on such a hill, what would you tell your child?
That was an absolute vista.
Those waves raced far, and cold. "How far could you swim,
Daddy, in such a storm?" "As far as was needed," I said, and as I talked,
I swam.
William Stafford
William Edgar Stafford (January 17, 1914 – August 28, 1993) was an American poet and pacifist. He was the father of poet and essayist Kim Staffo
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