Swing Away

Twentiesh gal living and working in the lovely Charleston, South Carolina with a new husband and an imaginary dog. By day: marketing+social media geek. Otherwise, I'm sous vide cooking, history loving, museum trekking, margarita making gal, with a side obsession of counting down the days to the Hobbit films.

My name is Claire. Taking a swing here at all things thrown my way.

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~ Monday, October 10 ~
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But none of my professional understanding could console me ahead of time for the eventual loss of this mild, white-haired man in his lightweight summer coat, with his mingled optimism and cynicism about human nature, his calm ability to pass his vision test year after year despite the doubtful glances of the DMV clerks. When I saw him standing in front of me now, eighty-nine this fall and yet so much himself, I was seeing both his presence and his looming absence. When I saw him waiting for me in his good clothes, the bulge of car keys and wallet in his pants pockets, his shoes polished, I felt as always both his reality and the thin air that would one day replace him. In a strange way, I sometimes believed that he would not be complete for me until he was gone, perhaps because of the suspense of loving someone at the far edge of life.
The Swan Thieves, by Elizabeth Kostova
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