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For S. D.

Deep in the night, soap flakes and diamonds fall slowly past the porch light. One by one, the cars of adult children pull away from the nearby hospice house, and its windows one by one go dark. The lawns are blanketed and bare trees hold up fresh snow in all their branches.

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