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The Waltz: Death as a Gift and Teacher
by Laura Anne White The Waltz Was not how I had been taught Nor had imagined It was me, there, and her Frail hands resting like hinges Locked into my shoulder …
by Laura Anne White The Waltz Was not how I had been taught Nor had imagined It was me, there, and her Frail hands resting like hinges Locked into my shoulder …
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