“How Kind of You to Come”

I’m ashamed to admit it, but I’ve forgotten her face. It’s become a disordered collage: the slope of a nose, the curve of a lip, a glow of brown eyes. Memory no longer assembles them into a face. So I paint everything else. Her front door. The in-between coat she wore in autumn. Her beagle. … Continue reading “How Kind of You to Come”

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