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More loss more loss more loss.
My dear sweet lady across the hall neighbor & friend,
The lady next to her apt, also.. all gone.
...and now the lovely gentlemean to the right of my apt.
We had the biggest crush on each other.
He had 90 plus years of good living, wits included.
It still hurts.
Another loss compounds other losses.
I understand more fully, that look in the eyes of the old.
Each passing moment is a lesson.
My ex-mother-law had to endure five of her seven children dying before her.
I'm the youngster at the home for the elderly and disabled.
How am I feeling?
Light and variable.
In the moment.
Horny.
Alive.
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