My First Love, a Marine, Vanished – Thirty Years Later, I Saw a Man with His Exact Eyes Waiting at Our Place by a Weeping Willow, and My Heart Stopped

the kind of work that comes from someone who has drawn the same subject for a very long time.

It was the face in the sculpture. It was my face.

But something didn’t add up when I looked at the date in the corner.

“March 12th, 1995? That’s 31 years ago.”

I picked up another one. Same face, slightly different angle. And there was something about it now,continue reading …