That flash of remembrance … and a gift
I’m writing to you from the reading nook off to the side of our bedroom. It’s dusk, as I write.
I’d barely sat down — was ordering a library book and then responding to a text — and I paused to look up and out the window, when I saw that the sky had suddenly been set aflame. Auburn with streaks of burnt gold illuminated my backyard, making silhouettes ou…
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