Tuesday, May 6, 2008

May 5, 2008

One magenta primrose and one scarlet poppy come to bloom.

A suspicion led me to look back in my grade books, and, yes, James Karpinos the boy who fell from the waterfall and whom David V grieved for, was my student in Humanities when he was a freshman. I remember his pervading sweetness of nature. What I did not remember, and what the grade book told me, that he had a 50 on his first exam and ended up with an A-. Sweetness and valor.

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