Reunion Requiem
Haibun It’s been years since we all last met. Of course, we would feel a little awkward at first! Christine takes another chip off her plate. Peter sips his Pepsi. Neither says a word....
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A Winter Day Remembrance
Haibun Dad’s grave is likely covered. I haven’t seen it since Rob, Mom and I last visited together. She had laid an evergreen wreath with some winter blossom, whose name I never knew. This...
