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Son, I remember smiling faces who gathered around the television’s glow. "Are you comfortable?" I asked each one. "Yes, Mamaw," they sang out to me like precious songbirds, my family. Son, I remember faces who gathered around the television. "Are you comfortable?" I asked each. "Yes, Mamaw," they sang to me like songbirds, my family. Son, I remember who gathered around television. "Are you comfortable?" I asked. "Yes, Mamaw," sang to me like, my family. Son, remember who gathered around. "Are you?" I asked. "Yes, Mamaw," to me, my family. Son, who gathered. "Are you?" Asked. "Yes," to me, family. Who "Are you" to me.
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Mar 20, 2019
Mar 20, 2019 at 10:18 AM UTC
Alzheimer's
Son, I remember smiling faces who gathered around the television’s glow. "Are you comfortable?" I asked each one. "Yes, Mamaw," they sang out to me like precious songbirds, my family. Son, I remember faces who gathered around the television. "Are you comfortable?" I asked each. "Yes, Mamaw," they sang to me like songbirds, my family. Son, I remember who gathered around television. "Are you comfortable?" I asked. "Yes, Mamaw," sang to me like, my family. Son, remember who gathered around. "Are you?" I asked. "Yes, Mamaw," to me, my family. Son, who gathered. "Are you?" Asked. "Yes," to me, family. Who "Are you" to me.
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30/M/United States
Mar 20, 2019
Mar 20, 2019 at 10:18 AM UTC
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