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Aug 20
Yesterday, I spent time with an elderly resident;
Jean, who is the ripe age of 103,
She has been dreaming of dead relatives,
And as she talked, her face shone with pureΒ glee;
She'd spent the night communing in Heaven
Which brought her joy; the picture of eternity.
Written by
Bekah Halle  43/F/Australia
(43/F/Australia)   
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