The light disappeared. She read beautifully because the fixed form of the poem signified nothing. “If they matter to you, they matter. “Bad hemorrhage,” he said. She longed to own something lasting, anything, but knew her wishes to be stupid. She saw Lucy darkening her doorstep and stood from the recliner. ‘I have Joan to tell me how much I look like Mary. Nigel Ennison, Annabel.
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