“I don’t like to walk,” she said again. I don’t either, I thought, and nodded understandingly. But then she said it again, several times. And we nodded and affirmed her until it became clear it didn’t matter what we did or said.
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Archive | November, 2003
Night lights
November 13, 2003
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That night, as we drove home, there was a lunar eclipse. The moon turned red, and I finally fell asleep, longing for home.
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