Every once in awhile it happens without warning. He is looking through his wallet for something. The insurance card. The book store discount coupon. A newspaper photo falls out from amidst his other items. Two men and a little boy. Crinkled and worn after nine years. He stops what he is doing. Gently picks up the photo as he peers at the faded image. Remembering where he was one perfectly clear September morning. And then he starts to cry.
Her Lotus Year in the New York Times Book Review….
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3 comments:
M. Lane,
Your have expressed your emotions with heart and integrity.
From a reader,
BarbaraG
I think your website is SMASHING. Usually your posts are fun, but I was riveted by this one. Have I mentioned before that Mrs. L is a very lucky lady! Of course I have. JAD
Thanks so much, both of you. What nice things to say.
ML
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