She was the Western wind, bringing American r's to our house behind the Iron Curtain. Then after we crossed the ocean to America, she took us to where we planted roots - West to begin again.
I am one of many, embarking on this experiment. The idea is to write a short piece of poetic prose about 365 people I have encountered in my life, one entry per day for a year, using approximately the number of words, matching my age. I've stopped, then resumed, but I am resolved to take this to the finish line.
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