I`m afraid of needles. I`m tired of rubber sheets and tubes. I`m tired of faces that I don`t know and now I think that death is starting. Death starts like a dream, full of objects and my sister`s laughter. We are young and we are walking and picking wild blueberries. all the way to Damariscotta. Oh Susan, she cried. you`ve stained your new waist. Sweet taste — my mouth so full and the sweet blue running out all the way to Damariscotta. What are you doing? Leave me alone! Can`t you see I`m dreaming? In a dream you are never eighty.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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