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		<title>Returning</title>
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The candle flickered, gasped, died in the stiff night.
Such things, happening the way they do, send us into a frenzied panic or a paused frenzy. I opted for the latter.
I’d waited long for her return after our sudden parting.
 “Mother,” she said.
I smiled at my daughter’s ghost.
Copyright © 2001 by Karin Pinter
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