January 2010
4 posts
Hatian Speck
There’s something surreal about seeing an old friend when we know it’s for the last time, a shameful gap between the reality right before our eyes and the kinds of facts our minds can absorb. …He’d been my keeper, tutor and guide… never complaining, talking us out of tight spots, patiently schooling me in the business of life in this place. To say he was Virgil to my...
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