At My Son’s Society Wedding They Seated Me In The Last Row Because They Thought I Was Poor

of olive trees and late-afternoon light. Theo stood beside me with a glass of wine in each hand, and the evening was warm, and the light was the particular gold that I had seen in paintings and photographs and had understood, in an abstract way, to exist in the world, but which required standing inside it to fully believe.

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