It was you and me against the world.

Nov 24, 2008 23:12

Just now, walking in from my car underneath a giant Sycamore tree with bare pale branches stretched like bone china to the sky, I realized that the only time I cried this weekend was when the doors opened and my twin and my dad walked inside the chapel, down the aisle.  The sun was coming in behind them.  I stood up there at the alter, my feet ( Read more... )

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anonymous February 3 2009, 02:15:43 UTC
I'm finally getting around to reading your latest entries. My, your style is delightful, and your insights moving!

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