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Monthly Archives: December 2010
I’d overlook his dying, if only he’d stay.
Then he became just a memory once again, like a photograph tacked on that cluttered bulletin board in the back-hallway of my mind. “I’ll see you soon,” I said, and kissed the paper face. He returned to me in a … Continue reading