- The way the world closed in under her low roof.
- The chill of her parlor.
- The burgundy on cream paisley velvet of the sofa.
- The smell of damp.
- How I've never seen her hair down before. How astonished I am by its dark lengths.
- How she struggled with the plug and still the lamp wouldn't light.
- How it didn't matter.
- The way her hands seemed to hesitate and forget.
- How she let out air in soft kind of reverse gasps.
- How suprised I was at the tears that rose when I told her of my loss. How they felt like her gift to me.
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