Wandering Within

I loved Franklin because, when we talked, I always felt as if I were wandering around in a big house, a big house with endless rooms, and every time we came to a closed door in one of these rooms we were able to open it. Open doors, open doors, one after another. That’s why I loved him.” (Nelson, Antonya, “Or Else”, p. 86, The New Yorker, November 19, 2007)

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