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I met Suzanne at a course I took in London. It was a semester long course and there was not much opportunity to get to know the others in class. Not enough time, I had thought, to make a “good friend”. I liked Suzanne, I just did not know her very well. I never saw [...] When I was just out of high school and living on my own, I held three jobs to make ends meet. One job was cleaning the home of a Jewish woman. My former journalism teacher had recommended me for the job – most likely out of the kindness of her heart. And her friend had [...] “There is an hour of the Indian night, a little before the first glimmer of dawn, when the stars are unbelievably clear and close above, shining with a radiance beyond our belief in this foggy land. The trees stand silent around one with a friendly presence. As yet there is no sound from awakening birds; [...] |
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