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He was Reading a Kristin Hannah Novel
My pharmacist died today. The CV.
Two weeks ago we were laughing about books
About each other, our reading habits
My Yevtushenko, his Kristin Hannah
I mocked his chick-lit; he mocked my Russians
He said I would really like Winter Garden
Because in it I could visit Saint Petersburg
Which is every reader’s dream
A pharmacist and friend - he died today
I must go and find Winter Garden
3 comments:
Oh! I'm so sorry. Poignant, wistful write. Our true friends never stop giving us gifts in life, and in passing.
Thank you.
This morning I learned that another friend is in hospital with the CV, and he was in poor health already. May God protect us all.
Amen.
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