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i remember being led down the hospital hallways, zig-zagging deeper into the basement towards emergency. i'm carrying a box of kleenex, hanging onto someone's arm that i vaguely recognize as being my mother's. all i can focus on is the yellow line that divides the hallway; like a high-way except for foot traffic. keep to the right if you're heading
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happy birthday to him. i just got an image of what he might look like; i'm sure he's watching.
and we do. it's hard without internet but i do check my email/facebook every so often.
amilee.truss@gmail.com
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