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She began to wake up, one Sunday morning, feeling for him somewhere in their king sized bed.  Her eyes still closed, trying to find the...

A literal and rhetorical question. The who I was when we arrived at the gates of JFK one last time from Spain, that last definate flight....

We’ll start here. How fast does a door open as soon as the next one closes? If, this life, does not allow for permanent anything,...