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Show AFTER LEARNING OF YOUR ILLNESS Waking early, I watch from my window the winding drifts of chimneys and the white shreds of smoke trailing exhausts of automobiles. I see how they rise and depart into the cold air, into the sleep I have left behind. As the warmth disappears above the homes of neighbors, an island of clouds struggles over the western ranqe and edges into the valley. Branches of trees swept clean by the wind are easily stirred, each end pointing in a different direction. I turn away, close the curtains, and create a calmness I know will never last. |
