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The untouchable past

by henrycopeland
Tuesday, June 17th, 2003

Josh Marshall visits the scene of his mother’s death: “Coming back to California this time I realized that through all those years I’d never touched it. I’d driven by it countless times and very rarely I’d feel some rush of the impact of her death as my car swept past the point in space where hers stopped in its tracks. But I’d never gotten out of the car and walked up to the spot or touched the dent. There must have been grooves cut into the metal — perceptible only by touch. But I’d never stopped to feel the metal against my fingers or find its contours.” (Via LA Examiner.)

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