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Friday, 28. March 2008
Fri 28 March 2008
Kate
18:45h
This 17-year-old bride would be turning 67 today. It’s not so much during the day that I think about Mom, about her illness and dying. It’s in the mornings when first I wake, and at night before falling asleep, or when I wake up in the wee small hours. Then I remember things, and am sad and a little bit mad, and my eyes leak.
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