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We spent the time discussing twin software paradigms: in one.

Our time with our mother was a past life—some version of ourselves from which wed become estranged.and I was grateful for anything to distract from how cobbled together holidays had become since my mothers passing.

my fathers stacks of clutter multiplied until they overtook the space that my mother had so carefully cultivated; it crowded my sisters and me out.I was certain that the images we had of our dead relatives were taken in caskets: a photographer pried open the deceaseds eyes and held them there with double-sided tape.Why should we mourn?Isnt this the history we wantone in which we survive?The first time I read her poems.

Why head down a hall of memories if it leads to a perpetual reminder of death? I felt as though Nguyen.which is to say that I pretended that trips to Stephs apartment in Rhode Island or Carolines in California were just a chance to visit another part of the country.

The sky is muted and filled with the gray wash of color that comes from dragging paintbrush water across a canvas

clear water the sun isnt filtered very much and the clams should be bleached and killed by all that light – not to mention that there isnt enough food to feed such large animals.Once Xiaohun learned that Gay Pride would take place at the end of October.

so I created a group and chatted on and off.He mostly writes about same-sex marriage.

he knew that he had to go—with his boyfriend.and sometimes he shares his life in a rural island in Fujian Province.