The Remains Of The Day, October 14, 2008
The boxes collected from the nearby beach towns of Jersey or from Coney Island or maybe even Seneca Falls are not her voice raging with life and insistence on the work of expression.
Nor are they her hand that last year of life seeking and yearning for someone to hold it.
These boxes are not even her gorgeous explosive silver and white hair that to the very end kept singing her indefatigable lust for attempting once more something of promise.
The Remains Of The Day, July 24, 2013
Those boxes, brought from her place to this home and now residing in a childhood's bookcase, hold new trinkets that remember for a middle-aged befuddled mind brief sweet moments of love, of friendship, of important moments and momentous passages of time and of impulsive purchases always under $10.
And tucked away next to those baubles are her own memories. Of love, of friendship, of important moments and momentous passages of time and, knowing Florence, of impulsive purchases always under $5.
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