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When people you love are hurting, nothing seems enough. (#1008) Continue reading

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Window

He came to the window beside me rubbing his tough hands on a red rag. “That’s a neat pattern of shadows on the snow,” I said, feeling poetic: “long parallel blue lines.” He stood, thoughtful, wary, perhaps of connecting to … Continue reading

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