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His self-absorbed complacence was pierced by the whack of the slamming door.
The swish of her departure created a backdraft, as the loose-swinging portal was flung back on its own hinges into the jamb.
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It was January, 2012. When I look at this photograph I am transported back to that beautiful Santa Barbara beachfront resort, where we spent our pre-retirement weekend, replaying the events and conversations from the previous few days.
Life had once been defined by linears and absolutes. Our intersections well-combined; concentric pegs, ladders and chutes. Cabin logs fit, notch on notch and oaken floors laid tongue-in-groove, Alpha letters etched on blocks, built towers high to stand, unmoved. 160 more words