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The House Of Esperanza
Esperanza had informally inherited the house from Salvador Escondido, her husband by common law, who one morning kissed her goodbye at the door, left for work in the fields, and never came back.
April 1988Sunbeams
March 1988The community stagnates without the impulse of the individual. The impulse dies away without the sympathy of the community.
Abilities
As I drank my tea, I hoped I wouldn’t remember my dreams tonight. Last night’s dream about Walter confused me — I hadn’t thought of him in years. He had been two lovers before Fletcher, my first serious relationship as a divorced woman. I wondered what had become of him.
February 1988Miracle At Canyon De Chelly
When I came to understand that there are mythic patterns in all of our lives, I knew that all of us, often unbeknownst to ourselves, are engaged in a drama of soul which we were told was reserved for gods, heroes, and saints.
January 1988Last Words
I stood by the open door, watching my old Olympia sail past me. It hit the grassy strip near the parking lot, the carriage extended like a climber’s broken leg after a fall. . . . I remember the thud; the carriage bell ringing once, with the impact; then ringing again, as if in disbelief.
September 1987Sunbeams
June 1987History is so indifferently rich that a case for almost any conclusion from it can be made by a selection of instances.
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