Mom.

Or, what the obituary could’ve and should’ve said. There’s this beautiful picture. I found it two weeks ago today. It’s 8×11 and a sepia tone, appropriate for the time in which it was taken. In it there is this beautiful woman. I don’t at all say that partially. She is gorgeous. She’s slender — like something off the cover of a magazine more apt to exploit her beauty today than to stand in awe of...

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