The Silver Arc

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The Silver Arc

I The summer my parents died, the sky over Long Island was the colour of burnt copper. I was ten years old. I sat on the porch of our house in Huntington, shelling peas the way my mother had taught me. The air was thick with the sound of cicadas. Somewhere down the road, a radio played a Glenn Miller song. I cannot remember which one. Then the light came. It was not like the lightning in the...

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