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Valentine
Phoebe Judge
When I got back, my mother was gone. Sarah told me that when they opened the door to bring my mother out, the whole staff and all the volunteers were lined up on both sides of the hallway, wishing my mother a good journey, telling her how glad they were to have gotten to know her. I wrote her obituary the next morning. It was strange to try to get the feeling of her right.
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