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Later, she slipped back into her care home bed in the Dementia wing of the building, and breathed some shallow breaths.
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When we were young and small we played in the orchard. Mom made apple pies and fried apples, caramel apples and apple sauce, apple cider. Grandma’s apple butter recipe.
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Goodbye is no joke to me, but it might as well sound like something cotton left banging in the wind, I suppose. It's stopped snowing for now, I think. Oh, my heart always says to just follow through, but I still always end up feeling…
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