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Red Ribbons
For hours late into the October morning, long after they had
finished breakfast and as coffee turned cold in their cups,
the two old women talked of their yesterdays. They recalled
young girls in red ribbons who, watching children play,
dream of tomorrows. And they talked, as on countless
occasions before, of the evaporation of their tomorrows,
a narrowing circle growing ever smaller.
1975 Watercolor (Private Collection)
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