I heard a sad and intimate story from someone I call ‘sistah friend’. Her tale of what could have been the one love found and lost is as old as time and been told time and again in many ways and forms. I listened, but didn’t say much. What do you say to someone whose heart is breaking from the sheer weight of pain and sorrow? It was enough she had a shoulder to lean on. Inane words like ‘you’ll get over it in time’ or ‘you need to move on’...

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We were on our second bottle of dry, white wine. Beer overflows when you live in Nordrhein Westfalen, but for wine, a special trip to one of the excellent wineries in the Rhine Valley is required. And because we lived in the northern part, several cases of white and red wine were purchased. He laid on the grass, gazing at the stars, rubbing his full belly. It was the pleasant month of May. The mild breeze nudged the lilies of the valley that dotted the grass. The bells of...

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