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| Palinuro Primrose |
e is beautiful. I sound so stupid saying it, but it is so true. He is a beautiful man. I want to cry knowing that my father sent him! I wasn’t sure I believed my father’s death bed promise once I became an adult. I know I wanted to believe it, but it seemed so unlikely later. Even as a twelve year-old I probably knew it was the stuff of fairy tales, but I truly wanted to believe. I think I eventually wrote it off to Papa attempting to comfort a twelve year-old girl and a man too young to die all at the same time. But there is no mistaking now that my Papa sent Jessie. His perfect Italian, the Palinuro Primrose. It is like the fulfilling of prophesy. There is no possible way that this man who shows up in my life so many years and thousands of miles from my Papa’s last breaths is a coincidence. I love him! It only took a moment, but I know that I love him. Foolish? No! It is sent from heaven. Jessie is sent from heaven.
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| Maratea, Italy (Marianna's birthplace) |
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