Postlude

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My oldest and I sat in the diner booth where I told her a bit of my story. She listened—so wide-eyed, in fact, it almost made me laugh. And then I asked if we could do her teenage years together. She said yes. My father had said goodbye on this date. I said hello.

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The postlude contains acknowledgements as well as notes to both of my parents. A downloadable format of A Beautiful Trench It Was is in the works. For now, visit the gallery to catch up on stories you may have missed. They are ordered chronologically beginning at “001”. Thanks for listening.