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them.
Just gone.
I stood with my grandmother in that busy terminal, noise swirling around us, and watched her stare at the spot where her children had disappeared.
“Let’s go home,” I said softly.
She nodded, as if waking from a dream.
I led her away, pulled her suitcase through the automatic doors and back into the Georgia heat. We took a cab to Tuloma.continue reading …
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