A Borrowed Coat of Armor Samantha Wilber
“It’s raining out.” I put on a rain jacket too big for a small frame left arm, right arm. The black pin on my lapel
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inscribed “United States Marines” only visible if you’re close enough to hear the swish, swish, swish. The last time my grandfather wore this jacket we were standing on the shore. A beach in Sanibel, in the sun. The ocean water against the sand… again, again, again. When you see me walking through the rain know that it has always been on purpose.
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