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April 4, 2009
The color slowly drains out of the sky. The deep blue loses its strength and gets paler, though I know soon it will be ablaze with gold and lavender and violet, before a final blaze of red. Then into darkness.

Itís my motherís birthday. She would have been 77 this year. She ventured into darkness, alone, like the only child she was, a few years ago. I donít miss her more now than I did when she was alive. She left me a long time ago. And I long ago accepted she didnít or couldnít love me and never would.