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In the crowds at the airport, she stood alone, a hand-knitted afghan hugging her shoulders. Snarled grey hair framed a tired face, and she didn't know the language. Somehow in the shuffle she'd been missed, and now she must fend for herself.
golden light spilling through the trees landed at last in pools in the grass. falling leaves glittered against the bluest sky, and time held its breath for a season. the world fell asleep, and the sun shone on.
She was alone in the department store, eyes wide, lower lip atremble. Her worst fear - being left behind - realized.
wrinkled, old hands stroke the chair back. time stands still. she doesn't want to know what the nurse's chart will tell. she can wait. she can always wait. everyone makes her wait. patiently.
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