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  • On a Sunday in October, times past in the colourized autumn mists, you could have described me this way: Single, never married, no children.

    Twenty-four little hours later, on a crisp bright October Monday, you could have described me this way: Married, with three children.

    (...And 28 little years later....)

    (The autumn leaves, red crunchy, yellow greasy, the shades of fall ochre, the nights of love dark, autumn like a love affair same-time-next-year; and it abides, this thing we call a life's duet.)

    (Painting by Susan, variation on The Doves, 2013)
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