She would never post it. She just had to write it, after all this time, to explain somehow; whether to justify herself or her son, she couldn’t trust herself to decide. All she knew was that time was short. If her own body had not reminded her on a daily basis, her practitioner’s compassionate gaze did
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It opens, as did the pilot, with a view of two pairs of legs, one assisted by a cane, walking down a hallway. The only thing missing is the strange orange cast over the scene
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