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Resemblances
I strongly resemble my mother. In school, people always knew if she showed up there, and the news would reach me: “Your mother’s here. She was in the hall heading to the office.” What? How did they know? “You look exactly like her.” I want to tell you what my father looked like. You can’t…
On the day the world ends
On the day my father died,I thought the world should end.It was late August, more summer to come,but I wanted the bleakness of cold.In the afternoon I watched a scatter of small birdswhirl in the sky above my headand I thought I should dissolveinto tiny specks like they did. On the day the world does…
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