Thursday, August 14, 2014

My Nanny.

"I've had a good life."  She said to me.  Our entire trip culminating to that moment, perhaps the last time I will get to see her.  I held on to every word, every story, the veins in her face and in her hands.  

"Do you have any advice for me?"  "No," she said "I think you're doing just fine.

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