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The Walk
By Kathleen A Keena
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edited: Wednesday, October 06, 2004
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about my father's walk.
Walk
He had a distinctive walk. Like a waddle, but not entirely. His toes pointed out in opposite directions, covering maximum ground with each step. I never thought about it until much later, after he was gone, and then only after standing behind my brother, who had inherited the same quirky walk.
And I remembered he was gone.
And I thought, if I could explain this moment, in which he could be so present and so absent, I could explain loss.
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