Using a calligraphy pen, she traced the side of my face onto crisp paper stock, mutton chops and tam stitched in profile. She shared it before king oaks in the UNC courtyard.   Journalism camp, a random choice, but lent to the surprise, and a walk and a swim. Calendar pages turned and we sat…

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