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After 50 Years, I Finally Went to See My First Love at 76—Then Fate Intervened in a Way I Never Expected

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together peacefully enough.

At seventy-six, I took a bus to see my first love again after fifty years apart. Fate interrupted before I could ever reach her front door. But it didn’t stop me from reaching her all the same. And in the strange, unexpected mercy of that, I found a whole life I never would have known to ask for.

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