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“I am all that I am not, and I am not
what I shall become—who knows?”
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what I shall become—who knows?”
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“The Kingdom of Summer In my mother’s cellar there were realms of golden apple, rooms of purple beet, hallways of green bean leading to windows of strawberry and grape. In her cellar there were cider seas and pumpkin shores, mountains of tomatoes— pickle trees. When I walked down the steps and pulled on the light, I saw where she kept the Kingdom of Summer.”
― First Words
― First Words
“Losing Faith”
Thinking about something does not make it
happen. I was thinking about calling
you, but I didn’t; I was hoping that you
would call me, but the phone never rang. Once,
I had the power to will things into
being. I would dream about you, and you
would appear from thousands of miles away;
we answered each other before we called.
No one would believe how we were back then.
What I liked the most was the way the old
people smiled at us even though they knew
our fortune was not to be together.
They liked the way we accepted our fate;
they knew that heaven sometimes comes too late.
Gettysburg Review (vol. 32, no. 3, Autumn 2019)”
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Thinking about something does not make it
happen. I was thinking about calling
you, but I didn’t; I was hoping that you
would call me, but the phone never rang. Once,
I had the power to will things into
being. I would dream about you, and you
would appear from thousands of miles away;
we answered each other before we called.
No one would believe how we were back then.
What I liked the most was the way the old
people smiled at us even though they knew
our fortune was not to be together.
They liked the way we accepted our fate;
they knew that heaven sometimes comes too late.
Gettysburg Review (vol. 32, no. 3, Autumn 2019)”
―
“Thinking about something does not make it
happen. I was thinking about calling
you, but I didn’t; I was hoping that you
would call me, but the phone never rang. Once,
I had the power to will things into
being. I would dream about you, and you
would appear from thousands of miles away;
we answered each other before we called.
No one would believe how we were back then.
What I liked the most was the way the old
people smiled at us even though they knew
our fortune was not to be together.
They liked the way we accepted our fate;
they knew that heaven sometimes comes too late.
— Joyce Sutphen, “Losing Faith,” Gettysburg Review (vol. 32, no. 3, Autumn 2019)”
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happen. I was thinking about calling
you, but I didn’t; I was hoping that you
would call me, but the phone never rang. Once,
I had the power to will things into
being. I would dream about you, and you
would appear from thousands of miles away;
we answered each other before we called.
No one would believe how we were back then.
What I liked the most was the way the old
people smiled at us even though they knew
our fortune was not to be together.
They liked the way we accepted our fate;
they knew that heaven sometimes comes too late.
— Joyce Sutphen, “Losing Faith,” Gettysburg Review (vol. 32, no. 3, Autumn 2019)”
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