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unfinished.

in a drawer. in a bag. some yarn. a notebook. on one page: “chunky baby sweater” on another: “cable knit baby hat” in her handwriting. those words followed by a bunch of numbers that must have meant something to her. eyes scanning the pages, finding different numbers at the top of one page: 11/7/07. at [...]

gone.

it’s gone. but how could it be? i was just there a month ago… it had been there since before my memories of this city were actual experiences. close to 9 years. we used to go there when we lived in the neighborhood. almost every saturday or sunday, we’d sit under the awning, on the [...]

mirrors.

i was looking for something else, but i found two mirrors, buried in bags, buried in boxes, buried in a garage. buried. one, part of a fold-up hairbrush. the other, a compact to check her makeup. i found the compact first. i don’t think i’d ever seen it before. i held it. i closed my [...]

a list.

otherwise perfect, this moment became something wholly unexpected when the words drifted from her lips. well, i shouldn’t say that it was wholly unexpected, but the timing most certainly was. the question brought me back in a way that usually only my memory can. “remember what we talked about that one time?” that’s what changed [...]

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