Amber Reunion
From the amber coast to the amber waves of grain.
October 22, 2011
I was a perpetual motion machine.
Suburban Chicago, 1960. My Mom (on the far right, wearing sunglasses) watches as I dart around our guests on the backyard patio. The woman in the center, with the pearls, is my beloved and dearly missed Godmother.
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