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The Sahara and other sojourns

The porter was weeping quietly on my shoulder, and the cleaner – in a faded pink smock and scuffs – was painstakingly removing one key at a time, shuffling across the counter, sighing heavily before going back for another. I could see our stay at the Aurora Hotel in Kyrgyzstan was going to be a little fraught.

Luvly Laura: The Darkest Side of Love - Grieving the End of It All

I watched my Beloved Luvly Laura die for more than two years, an ever-accelerating slide into oblivion, but when it finally came I wasn’t there, and when I knew, I wasn’t ready. Since that . . .