That’s just too much to ask. Woke up with that in my head. Several nights in a row. Too much to ask of me – that’s what it really means.…
The veins in his hands are large, sinewy. They are always visible, present, strong. I trace the length of them when I hold his hand. I roll the veins gently…
In spite of this cacophony of sight and sound, I began to feel a compelling tune. It was edging out to me from the tunnel under the expressway.
There is no shame in feeling joy. It is not an expression of a heart that is superficial, prejudiced or simple. It is not an indication that you are incapable…
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