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Milk and Honey: Chapter Two

The clarity of my first vision stands in contrast to the memories of the rest of my youth when a barrage of family and mythological heroes and villains conquered my developing mind. Time went forward and back without warning. I … Continue reading

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Milk and Honey Chapter Three (Revised)

My grandparents were deeply in love until death stole him away one afternoon. I believe that massage was a key to their enduring affection: they took it very seriously, an assortment of massage tools occupied every room of their small … Continue reading

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Milk and Honey Chapter Two (Revised)

The clarity of my first vision stands in contrast to the memories of the rest of my youth when a barrage of family and mythological heroes and villains conquered my developing mind. Time went forward and back without warning. I … Continue reading

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A Townhouse on the Hill (Part Two)

My grandparents had a large brood of children: six in all– five girls and a boy. Every one of my grandparents’ kids had children of their own well before they reached the age of thirty. The townhouse was swarmed with … Continue reading

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A Townhouse on the Hill

The memories I have of my grandparents’ townhouse are among my most valuable intangible possessions. Full of colour, sound, flavour and texture, these memories have kept me company ever since my grandmother moved out of the place in the winter … Continue reading

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