The Distant Promise
The Promise is not a promise to the future. It is a promise to the past. And the past is the only place a promise can live. That was what I wrote in my journal the morning I decided to return to St. Catherines. Eleven months. That is how long it had been since Thomas left — not died, not disappeared, simply left, as one might leave a room, and not be seen for a month, or a year, or the...
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