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1 "It's so good to see you," she says; she has walked straight to him and wrapped her arms around his neck. She rests her forehead onto his shoulder, then moves up to rest her chin on it. He hesitates; his arms stay still, then move up and rest delicately on her shoulders, refusing to …

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Hope for Evangeline

I awoke, on one fateful morning, to find myself no longer the main character of my life. But who was? I looked over to my left and my wife was not there; she had arisen before me. I was alone. So I rose, feeling strange, and decided to make a cup of coffee. Perhaps after …

Blueberry Picking

“I haven’t picked blueberries in a long time, Abigail,” she said, looking through the rear-view mirror to meet her daughter’s eyes. The road swam past, a few objects standing out for a split second—a tree, a mile marker—before fading into the sea of lines and shapes. She took a deep breath before continuing. “Not since …