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In my dream, I slept as my father does now; in my daily life, i do what he used to do - turn my body into a metaphor for my emotions, make it stronger, more capable. Along the way, i try to notice the small things - the bright green moss tucked into crevices of gray rock, the first buds about to open on the trees - the things I would miss if I were leaving this earth soon.

- from The Long Goodbye by Patti Davis