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October 18, 2012
I visited her today, and was touched
by her engaging gentleness, her
request that I should hold her hand,
her look of love so approving that
said ‘I understand’
A passer by who seemed to know her,
said ‘Hello’ and asked who I might be.
She replied ‘I can’t remember his name,
but I know he’s a part of me’.
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