Looking
My mother is a young girl again standing at the edge of a field near The Milepost, ready to leave. Across the field invisibly, we stand together, together and each alone, waiting for her to see us, her son, her daughters, her husband. We raise our hands to catch her sight but she cannot see us, she is too young for us yet, s…
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