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the final new year

Posted on January 3, 2021 by Sheila Morris

  She sat in her large recliner covered with worn blankets for extra warmth.  She was shrunken with age and her spine was so curved by scoliosis she slumped down into the bowels of the chair. It seemed to swallow … Continue reading →

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