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    S oice t topped noer into her room.

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    quot;A lover of ;

    S respond directly. Instead sares at me for a long . In. Out. In. Out. Deep breatiful.

    quot;ould you stay ; she finally asks.

    I smile and nod. Sakes it gently, and pulls it to . Sares at ts t deform my fingers and caresses tly. ill those of an angel.

    quot;Come,quot; I say as I stand  effort, quot;lets go for a ing. Its beautiful today.quot; I am staring at  few words.

    S makes me feel young again.

    S souters of tietury, some said, and I was, and am, proud of her.

    Unlike me, o e even t of verses, my e beauty as easily as ted tings are in museums around t I  only t one s one. te at nig and stare and sometimes cry  know why.

    And so ting, raising cos of Cmases, family trips, of graduations and of weddings.

    I see grandcos of us, our er, time t seems so typical, yet uncommon.

    e could not foresee ture, but t live noed to. And ? Retirement. Visits ravel. So travel. I t t perart a  I did not kno possibly stles. Small, detailed, impossible to consider no I am not bitter.

    Our lives cant be measured by our final years, of t lay a seems obvious, but at first I t andable and not unique. S ? S a neig not someone imes se t  again I dismissed it as simple mistakes t one makes  until ts occurred t I began to suspect t.

    An iron in too. But teering ened.

    And sened, too,