By John English
I recently had a visit from a very dear friend. As is common during our visits, we stayed up late, drinking wine and reminiscing. On this particular occasion, she recounted a youth spent in rebellion – running away from home, shop-lifting, a bit of jail time, drugs, living by her wits. At one point, she went to the bathroom, and I noticed on her return that her face was wet with tears.
August 01, 2023
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