John Jacobson
I carry the bowls to the living room. I hand one to Claudia. I remember how Claudia and I used to work together in the kitchen making special dinners. Now I do it alone.
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David James
The wonder I had felt on my first solo cross-country, a flight in California between Van Nuys and Bakersfield, revisited like a welcome apparition. Long forgotten and decades old, the memory quickly formed, conjuring the mountains around the Tejon Pass.
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