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…den her eyes. She doesn’t touch the books. She doesn’t become agitated. It is too late for that, too. It is too late for all of it. I knew, but thought, maybe. I stack the books on a table, next to a tray of my grandmother’s, a glass flower from our living roo…
Pamela Gwyn Kripke
Arpad Nagy
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Pulled my heart right out of me.
Shortlisted for 2024 Northwind Writing Award in NF/Fiction. New owner of First Line Fiction. Editor @ The Memoirist, AoE, Book Cafe, Short Place, Kitchen Tales.
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