© Richard Louissaint, 2013 The doors to the nursing home opened to a weathered oak wood desk with general information flyers pasted in front and a middle-aged security guard with a receding hairline that resembled the letter V sitting behind it. His voice sounded disinterested when he asked us to … Continue reading A LOVE STORY (MAYBE) PART 2
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