November 2011
October 2011
A sister's eulogy →
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Even now, he had a stern, still handsome profile, the profile of an absolutist, a romantic. His breath indicated an arduous journey, some steep path, altitude.
He seemed to be climbing.
Steve’s final words, hours earlier, were monosyllables, repeated three times. Before embarking, he’d looked at…
