2 November. This morning, for the first time in a long time, the joy again of imagining a knife twisted in my heart.

We did our best, Anna and I. We forgave each other for all we were not.

She thought that they had not greeted each other and that it was right. This was not a reunion, but just one moment out of something that had never been interrupted. She thought how strange it would be if she ever said “Hello” to him; one did not greet oneself each morning.

Be friendly to everyone. Those who deserve it the least need it the most.

Written By Bo Bennett

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