A Dream of My Father

This morning I awoke with a start.  Shoes were pounding on the stairs outside and the sound of the rain became louder and more pronounced. Boots on the doorstep of my grandmother’s house.  Thick with mud, but solid in the rain.  The day so gray and divine. The time of day is not important. What is important are the boots.  Thick and husky. So solid in the rain. The boots…

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Here I am! Eccomi qui!

Florence, Italy

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