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Cobwebs decorate the ceiling of her favorite room, and once sunny wallpaper is dingy with time. Three multi-paned windows now frame the smallness of her world, while dusty keepsakes keep watch from corner shelves. Now and then a letter arrives detailing the death of of a sister or brother, and noisy TV programs replace too many lost conversations. Sons and daughters come to visit, but even their love cannot bring back blue-bottled perfume and baskets full of hanging fuchsias. |
