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Categories: words and feelings
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The story I'm telling today has been over for three years. Three years ago this season, my sister left home. It was in the fall, and sycamore leaves fell all over this college road where we grew up. Aunt Serenity looked up and said, The leaves fell so early this year. The October sunlight spread over Aunt Silken's face, and she was as pretty as ever. Sister hugged me like before. Sister said, Angie, goodbye. She exposed her navy blue...