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I sat with her frail disappearing body, talking of the shadows she can just discern in her now blind eyes. At times I sat silent and she said “Are you still there?”

I had to pull myself back from my reverie watching the wind move through the Leylandii outside, the birds darting between trees, nesting in January? I told her what I was watching, thought it might expand her sense of the world from the tiny confines of a reclining chair.

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