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He Was Happy

“Please, will you crack the nut with your hand again?”  I remember the day vividly, we stood on the front porch at my childhood home.  A warm day, I can’t remember if it was spring or summer, I want to say summer, I was nine or so.   746 more words


Catching Joy

It was almost completely dark as we drove home. There, in the field, I saw a flicker. It was there, and then it was gone. 186 more words