August 22, 2011

You’ll have to put it on me, he said, and he crouched a little so I could reach up to clasp the pendant around his neck. I had just taken a photo of a metal horse; he had just walked us through a map of marvelous things. I knew nothing, really, of what lay ahead. But this year, we’ll arrive at the dust together.

I have this year’s pendant, I told him before we left. But I want to put it on you again when we get there.


  1. Love it. Have fun.

  2. […] Be gentle, I said, prying his fingers away. I was wearing that when I met your father. […]

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