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7/4
Wake to rain and winds as the first hurricane
Of the seasons slips north east of here.
Enjoy the quiet morning
While listening to a story of caregiving
For one’s love who no longer knows you
Because of dementia.
A fate Jack will never face, a small kindness.
As for me? Who knows, meanwhile the day’s
Weather is delightful.
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