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January 2013, vol 8, no 4

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Jon Baldwin


On her hospital trolley in death throes my mother tried to remove her plastic mask to say something to me. I told her to keep it on and gently moved her hand away. The night took her. What would she have said?

from the window
of the waiting room
winter moon