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One of my last memories of her before she became bedridden
for good was of her standing in her garden, amid the vivid May blooms and
darting hummingbirds and the fidget of bees.
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We each devise our means of escape from the intolerable.
Sometimes we can fantasize it out of existence. I recall repeating in
bewilderment the words he commanded me to say—"Yet alone shall I prevail!"—while my mind composed such
other words as would distract me from the moment's anguish.
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