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Which weakness shall I tell her? “I walk funny,” I say, and she’s satisfied with that. (inside joke)

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Mary E. Pearson
Age: 69
Born: 1955
Born: August 14
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A single gentle rain makes the grass many shades greener. So our prospects brighten . . .
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It can take years to mold a dream. It takes only a fraction of a second for it to be shattered.
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Chance. It weaves through our lives like a golden thread, sometimes knotting, tangling, and breaking along the way. Loose threads are left hanging, but the in and out, the back and forth continues, the weaving goes on. It doesn't stop.
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I still cry on waking. I'm not sure why. I feel nothing. Nothing I can name, anyway. It's like breathing - something that happens over which I have no control. (6)
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Pieces. Isn't that what all of life is anyway? Shards. Bits. Moments. Am I less because I have fewer, or do the few I have mean more?
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...and time becomes a forgotten detail.
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On a small planet, where minute follows minute, day follows day, year follows year, where tradition marches on with a deafening, orderly beat -sometimes the order is disturbed by a dreamer, an artist, a scribbler - sometimes the beat is changed one person at a time.
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Father says it will come in time. “Time heals,” he says. I don’t tell him that I don’t know what time is.
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