A Telling Wind

February 21, 2011 | 1 Comment

The wind blew sharply and the coiling clouds scuffed the treetops. He stood, looking. Years ago, he had stood here holding her hand, both of them looking. Now, it was just him. His arthritic fingers cramped, and he gently rubbed his old hands together. He had promised her he would come here one last time. […]

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