[COPY] The Curing Sands of Time
Every summer I swim in the waters where I cast my mother's ashes decades ago. My grand-nephew's death propelled me there again today.
Every summer I return to Second Beach in Middletown, Rhode Island, just outside Newport, where I swim in the waters where I scattered my mother’s ashes on a cold day in February, in 1991.
As was appropriate for her helter-skelter life, our mo…
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