The presence, and the presents, of the past
by Robert Klose
Dec 19, 2022
2 minutes
I was – at long last – dusting my bookshelves the other day when I came across a particularly crusty volume: “The Tales of Poe.” An inscription read, “To Robert, From Mom and Dad, 12/25/65.”
Holding that tome, I was suddenly awash in nostalgia. The book’s cover became a window into the Christmas of my 11th year.
There I was, racing through the streets
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