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Alzheimers

Incrementally she moves down the slipway into the murk, sliding, with the occasional lurch, not into…

She answers the phone. I am too old to be in charge of this ship. Too…

Purple she said, and purple she meant, and purple they were, the flowers. I knew a…

What he has written he has written, he says: a name which signifies this self, flickers…

Left out in the rain too long the words on the pages of the long book…

The words flew one by one from the cage of her mind. A few fluttered, circling,…