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It was a dull wet day in March, 1974, I wanted the earth to give way and lead to another reality…
Jackie had taught me how important skin care was.
Wash with lukewarm water.
Rinse.
Pat dry.
I never knew how to get the water right.
I never asked about Luke as a temperature.
Photographs have a way of organizing us into slots of time, space, memory and perhaps temperament…
Out of nowhere, my Mama showed up with a new baby.
She loved that little boy.
She held him like he was the lamb of God.