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There were years I thought our story had as much to do with timing as with love, years I thought we’d never make it through. Then, of course, there are the years now entirely lost unless I’m drifting through scrapbooks. Pam O’Brian But lately I’ve been thinking about you-- how your hand holds the coffee mug how the edges of your eyes crinkle when you drive how we still lie in bed at night wrapped around each other like Smoky Mountain quilts, marvel over the boy and girl who put together the high school yearbook, laugh remembering the Easter you scared the children with that pink insulation bunny, wonder how we’ll do when these aging limbs stop working, when the terrifying disease hits. I don’t know. Perhaps the children were the reason we stayed through the careless summer days. But now, now you are the reason I will still be there when winter ices in and you are the map to those few things I do know about love.
The Golden Calf The Golden Calf by Clay Gish Glaring, a massive bison bull strutted toward me while I snapped photo after photo. “Roll up the window!” my spouse yelled. Reluctantly, I did as told. The bull snorted and turned to threaten the next human. Around me, other drivers faced off against a squad of equally fearsome bulls. The line of cars lengthened on either side of the road,
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