mass, it is hardening on the hillside with each snowfall, perfecting itself.
(13) It was during her confinement in the hospital that my mother met my father. He was called in to look
at the set of her arm, which was complicated. He stayed, sitting at her bedside, for he was something of
an armchair traveler and had spent his war quietly, at an air force training grounds, where he became a
specialist in arms and legs broken during parachute training exercises. Anna Avalon had been to many of…
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