One morning recently I was drifting awake to the sound of my radio and I heard a rich tenor voice singing these words
You came when the stars were gleaming
You came after all my dreaming
That night when they played the Starlight Serenade
For you, with the stars above you….
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This was something nobody talked about: how death could make you petty. And how you had to find a new arrangement among your friends, shuffling around the gap of the lost one, all of you suddenly mystified by how to be with one another. p 7 Continue reading The Weekend by Charlotte Wood