Ruth Foulkrod

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for a long time—an unusually long time—she looked into my eyes, and I’ll never forget how in doing so we were able to glimpse each other’s inner worlds. For one brief moment I saw the pain that hid behind her worlds and gestures, and in exchange she sensed what I held deep inside. But we went no further. We both stopped on the threshold of the other, and we asked each other no questions.
The End of Loneliness
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