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Cold rain turned his thin, white t-shirt translucent as he bent his body, like an umbrella, over the double stroller. The newborn baby cried and he cradled it against his chest with one hand while rooting in a diaper bag with the other. The girl, a...
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“I could die tomorrow,” I told her. “Without ever having pink glasses.” The sales associate looked at me with her head cocked, eyebrows raised and conceded the point. I’ve had the same small, brown glasses frames since 2011. I chose them not long...
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He was a dead ringer for the kid from A Christmas Story. A short, chubby boy with an overgrown buzz cut and thick, dark rimmed glasses. Dressed in navy sweats from head to toe, he ran back and forth along the edge of the playground, arms pumping, breath...
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. . . for Christ plays in ten thousand places, Lovely in limbs, and lovely in eyes not his. . . – Gerard Manly Hopkins Long and leggy, doe-eyed, she walks with confidence, a gentle fawn, a young colt. He is all angles, sharp...
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He looks tall, to me, and burly, like someone who played football in high school. Gray-haired, with some extra weight around the middle, he carries his daughter to school every day through the long winter months, wrapped in a blanket. I saw him this morning, as...
