For Kate:

A cloudy December First. We had an appointment up in the hills. Parents were there, and a few friends. I made a big Russian macaroni casserole–Garrison Keillor would call it a hot dish–and I arrived a little late. As the first rain slanted in, streaked the windows, obscured the bay and the town below, you looked into the gray light: calm, absorbed, reflective, maybe visiting scenes of years to come. I saw then, still see looking back into that room from so far away, love, just love.


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4 Responses to Twenty-Four

  1. Dan

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    Hey — you were one of the witnesses!

  2. Oh, that is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever read. Congratulations, Dan and Kate.

  3. Dan

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    Thanks, Marie!

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