I noted the time we got the phone call that Dad had died in a hospital room I wasn’t in.
Floating through enchanted waters
Caught constantly between my open wounds pressed against sharp edges and my peeling skin, and her open wounds pressed against sharp edges and her peeling skin.
Table Mountain's steep footpaths are open to anybody willing to take them.
In the field he could roll a cigarette, for the most part with one hand, in a gale force wind.
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In three years, I performed 160 navy funeral honors across the northeast quadrant of Colorado.