To me, it was just a sunset, not a particularly pretty one, nothing spectacular, just day slowly moving into night. But to him it was photograph worthy, to be oohed and aahed over, to be recorded and remembered as being spectacular.
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On My Mother's Birthday
My mother is a pair of hands first; a blurred figure, a face I tilt my neck back to see. The flash of a smile, a pair of arms that reach around me and lift.