Lacrimae Rerum

She told me private things as she sat on my floor, this woman who came to my door unannounced, things–significant and troubling–that seemed as though they had been plucked from my own life rather than/in addition to this stranger’s. So when she stood and went silently out to my veranda and jumped off I became fearful that I might eventually do the same.


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