VI
The sun just broke over the horizon where it would stay for the next six hours. Mother seemed to melt further into the couch. Her body deflating, like she was only the rolling layers of skin and flesh with nothing left inside. I went to her and told her I’d be right back. Her great head rolled forward, nodding, and no words came. Instead a hum rose fr…
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