On a crowded Green Line car, I gasped, said Hello. She smiled, said something in French. I desperately wanted to touch her face.
I think about her at least once a year.
November 20th, 2009 · No Comments
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On a crowded Green Line car, I gasped, said Hello. She smiled, said something in French. I desperately wanted to touch her face.
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“Whenever I dwell for any length of time on my own shortcomings, they gradually begin to seem mild, harmless, rather engaging little things, not at all like the staring defects in other people’s characters.”
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