"When I recovered from her death in the crudest sense I started to see her in the streets, always fleetingly, ahead of me, her back to me, disappearing into the crowd. I am told this is common. I see her still, though less often, and still for a second believe it is her. I have from time to time found something of hers among my possessions.
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and fill me with gratitude
and appreciation for so many things,
you yourself being one.
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