-"The sky was peach and gold, a teacup of a morning, just enough clouds so as not to mock us. Why isn't there a dawnish equivalent for the word dusky? That's what the light was, beautiful and dawnish. We found a spit created by the receding tide. A spit curl, really: it spiraled around. We walked to the end of it. Edward had already removed the screw that kept the wooden urn shut. He took off the lid. The ashes were in a small white container like a film canister. We opened it, and then we cast the ashes upon the water, hoping they would... what? He wouldn't return to us, but we hoped someone would. It was tremendously comforting. Fingertip after fingertip, we let him fly."
--Elizabeth McCracken, An Exact Replica of a Figment of My Imagination
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Off for a weekend of fun, sun, and old-time Lou Lovin'! True loves, celebration, celebration, celebration! Taking Monday off to recuperate...back to real life on Tuesday xox
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