Annandale Dream Gazette
Poets' Blog of Dreams
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
My grandmother’s uncle was upset
that no one recognized him. I touched him gently, affectionately, on the side of his face. His angry expression melted away. He closed his eyes. When he opened them he was still very old, but he was himself again.
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