Love
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Many moons ago a woman, on a whim, walked into a room. Our gazes met and we both took off, hands locked, spiraling through the universe. Our first date was chockful of inspired gazes, and laughter from utterances genuinely humorous. Our connection was palpable, our revelations copious. The night ended with her hugging me and…
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My mother made her departure in 1992. I was just thirty. Funny thing about doomed cancer sufferers: we tend to mourn them while they are still living, agonizing through the disease’s progressions. I did not shed a single tear at her funeral. The year was 2008; I was rummaging through a basement closet, a place…
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