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Dec 2020
I peeked in on you this morning.
You were curled into the prettiest little shape.  
Your long hair lay around you.

And, I thought, "She looks just like she did at age 10 or 11.  
Just like in that photo of her that I cherish.
So lovely, so precious.”
My crippled elderly mother is in a nursing home.  We are blessed to have a device that we can activate which allows us to see her and talk to her on video, or just check on her.
S R Mats
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S R Mats  F/Houston, TX
(F/Houston, TX)   
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