These people have been among us for centuries. They can be found, emerging from the coal mines of a Zola novel, reaping the season’s harvest in a Millet painting, in any number of works by Van Gogh.
“Sorry I missed your graduation. Sorry for missing a lot of things....” When we finish the letter, the old man asks me to read it. Then read it once more. He gives me his son’s address.
Posted June 3, 1993
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