I am looking through a lace curtain at a dead man's feet. I am ten years old, the mist is rising on a fall morning in 19 — Anne Lovett

I am looking through a lace curtain at a dead man's feet. I am ten years old, the mist is rising on a fall morning in 19 — Anne Lovett

I am looking through a lace curtain at a dead man's feet. I am ten years old, the mist is rising on a fall morning in 19 — Anne Lovett

I am looking through a lace curtain at a dead man's feet. I am ten years old, the mist is rising on a fall morning in 19 — Anne Lovett

I am looking through a lace curtain at a dead man's feet. I am ten years old, the mist is rising on a fall morning in 19 — Anne Lovett

I am looking through a lace curtain at a dead man's feet. I am ten years old, the mist is rising on a fall morning in 1944 in Sawyer, Georgia, and I am standing on a front porch painted gray with white trim.

— Anne Lovett

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