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… wrong, wondering when her husband stole the simple innocence of her country-girl childhood. Mom recoils from me, turns away and cries like she always did when her husband raised his voice or fist. I hold vigil beside her, watching dusk turn her into a dark silhouette. She teaches me how to weep.
Theodore McDowell
Freda Savahl
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Lordy, this is heartfelt & sad. I am in tears.
Retired Nurse Practitioner WHC /Contract Provider Deployment Military Services. US Citizen. Immigrant from South Africa 1978.
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