Saturday, November 01, 2008

My Mother's Lovers

It was good to be moving, good to be free at times like this. The happy ache that came of knowing you were alive in a foreign place, and richly lost. Where none of your rules apply, where nothing you know is of any use.

from My Mother's Lovers
by Christopher Hope
Grove/Atlantic, 2006

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