Fiction | March 01, 1991

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Some couples grow apart instead of together until eventually they separate as naturally as children grow apart and flee their sweet homes. Other couples grow apart together, the rift palpable yet unapparent. So it was with Jonathan and me–except that I saw our ending coming. It seemed our ultimate destiny as surely as Zagora, that arid outpost on the edge of the Sahara, was our immediate one.

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