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  • Hands

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    Less is More Hands  The Mr. turns the rental car sharply to the right, pulling over to allow others to pass from the opposite direction. We continue swaying back and forth on the curvy road to Hana, Maui―a frightening road that frequently narrows to single-lane bridges. I catch a brief reflection of myself in the…

  • Your Daughter’s Regret

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    Grief follows no timeline. Do the fishermen call the one who replaced you “The Radio Man,” or did this title die with you? I prefer to believe this was yours alone. They depended on you to maintain their electronic equipment to safely do the job they were born to do. You often looked the other…