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52 Intensive Care For days I waited for her, and when she appeared her face gave its pale moon to the corner of my bed. She controlled darkness and I felt her tall voice as faraway lights in a shifting path to the door. Once I saw her swimming toward me in a pool of white, her hands arranging a square of gardens near the window— that was the day she pulled my family like a curtain and her body’s slow blur came upon me like a town. ...

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