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2014/04/20 #SundaySentence

Peter feels as though this trip to the palace by himself might be a defining moment in his later life.  He arrived at being the person he is when he was approximately thirty seven years old, a year after meeting his second wife, and has remained steadfastly that way ever since, with little disrupting his mild autumn.

From the short story Sleep in a Blue City by Helen Chandler (published in the stinging fly issue 27 volume 2, Spring 2014.)

Sunday Sentence: The sentence(s) that touched me this week, out of context and without commentary. Inspired by David Abrams at The Quivering Pen.