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The Grandmothers l. She strayed in the hall untethered from her room loose in the air, available to any name I might call. Wingless in her picked-at sweater, Grandmother sat with me and nodded and held her hands with her hands, listening to something I couldn't hear. And so intent, she stood as if commanded and clapped her hands and then sat down, and then stood up until her minions in their white hats came, not angry, but to lead their angel out of the confusing light that broke in her hands. 2. We have just left Aura singing awash on a raft of white sheets. When we came she was propped in her wheelchair cawing like a white bird with broken wings, blinking and chirping, nervous, unsure of her keepers. When she saw us walk through the door, she quieted like a child who has finally woken her parents and now must say there is nothing 33 34 wrong, only a dream that scared her, only a fear of forever being alone. But she was blind without her glasses that lay unfolded in her lap, and so she quieted to hear us whispering her name as if through the weave of a bamboo cage to a bird so exotic and delicate we were afraid she might flyaway. ...

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