I was waiting when you came in, vinyl record playing, wine just poured, finishing the pages of a half-read novel. Forty years of memories distilled into this one slice of time. You came in, took off your galoshes near the front door, hung your coat, dropped your bag, and found me in my wicker chair. There are three things in my life I will never forget. One: The time you christened our new hearth rug with your tears. Two: Blowing out all those damn birthday candles. Three: Opening that long-awaited letter, basking in the joy of infinite possibilities not yet dwindled with reading to one. Like a guitar strummed too slow, you circled around the counter, winding your way through the stacks of books that populate the air, and you move closer, closer ever closer. The record stops. -- 英语文工作室 http://www.wretch.cc/blog/jsengstudio/ 个板 defenestrate --

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