In Etterbeek   We reveled in our boldness walking backwards through a Brussels garden, past the potting shed, patches of furrowed grass, onto a graveled path. Spiders and bees intent on prayer failed to note our passage. It didn’t matter to the sun if we stepped in reverse. How we blathered to the waiting Sisters, […]

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