I’d opened the door thousands of times, but as I reached for the worn brass knob, I hesitated. Mother had prepared me for what was on the other side—or rather, what wasn’t—but I still held out the smallest hope that she was somehow wrong. I closed my eyes and pictured the room as it had been the last time I saw it. Maybe if I concentrated hard enough, I could make the image real.
Tuesday, April 8, 2008
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An article that may interest you:
http://www.nytimes.com/2008/04/15/science/15titanic.html
-S
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