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Marianne and I went to Tom Purdom's Center City Philadelphia apartment today to help sort through things. It was a melancholy day.
As we were leaving, I saw Tom's signature coat and cap on pegs behind the door. Waiting like faithful pets for their master to gather them up and take them out into the streets again. Tom was a great walker and he'd carried them many a hundred miles up and down the city he only rarely left.
I looked at them and thought, "I miss him too." And left, closing the door quietly behind me.
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1 comment:
Lacrimae rerum. Strikes one out of the blue.
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