Daughter’s Gifts
Part 1
Each time I pick up the one-pound chunk of coral that my daughter gave me from its place at the back corner of my writing desk, another grain of sand falls out. If I turn the coral in my hand, I usually dislodge more than one. As they tumble out and hit the open page of my notebook, the grains make tiny, papery sounds.
The coral fit…
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