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there was no fire there was no smoke only firemen and a burst sprinkler system but Mom could lie in bed looking up and point to where the smoke had seeped in even weeks later in the dining hall the repairs finished she would still ask me if I could see where the fire had been I looked at her and saw where the fire had been I saw her in the bright morning Summer sun walking through heavy dewed grass thick with crickets wiping down the lines hanging our laundry up to dry whistling along as Nat King Cole sang Mona Lisa in her head
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Aug 21, 2018
Aug 21, 2018 at 8:18 PM UTC
the Fire at the Nursing Home
there was no fire there was no smoke only firemen and a burst sprinkler system but Mom could lie in bed looking up and point to where the smoke had seeped in even weeks later in the dining hall the repairs finished she would still ask me if I could see where the fire had been I looked at her and saw where the fire had been I saw her in the bright morning Summer sun walking through heavy dewed grass thick with crickets wiping down the lines hanging our laundry up to dry whistling along as Nat King Cole sang Mona Lisa in her head
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Aug 21, 2018
Aug 21, 2018 at 8:18 PM UTC
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