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I did not cry, nor did I feel the sudden panic that had seized me in the lawyer’s office. There was only a quiet, crystalline clarity.

The sun had barely cleared the tops of the sugar maples when I walked across the wet grass to Raymond’s back porch. The autumn air was crisp, carrying the sharp scent of damp earth and woodsmoke from a neighbor’s chimney.continue reading …

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