Second Cast on Love
I turned fifty-two in March and I celebrated by buying myself a new coffee maker and sleeping in.
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I turned fifty-two in March and I celebrated by buying myself a new coffee maker and sleeping in.
The fog came in over Frankfurt like it had a personal grudge against me.
The brass key was warm in my pocket by the time I got out of the car.
The wind off the water had turned cold enough that I regretted stuffing the good scarf, the wool one my sister sent from up north two…