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I sit in my rocking chair staring out the window unable to grasp the passage of time. My face is marked by wrinkles; my hair is gray and thinning, and my hands are colored with age spots. I am often breathless and hunched over. I am confused, disorientated and lost. I am kept up at night by my cries of sorrow and the deafening silence. I stare through the pictures of the young, unassuming girl which adorn my room. Just weeks ago, it was her birthday and she was smiling, … Continue reading