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From no one gets out alive: Death plucks my ears and says, “Live – I am coming!” — Virgil

Reunion

Today I go to my high school reunion – nothing big, just a potluck lunch. I bring the soda pop and bottled water. I still think of us all as teenagers, and wonder at the ties between us, even though we’ve spent many more years apart than together. Nightmares, of course, about who may be Continue reading Reunion