Everything nonsense now. Those mourners came up. Hands extended. Sons intact. Wearing on their faces enforced sadness-masks to hide any sign of their happiness, which --went on. They could not hide how alive they yet were with it, with their happiness at the potential of their still-living sons. Until lately I was one of them.… Continue reading Quotes of the Week (vol. 3) and Some Snow Day Pictures
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