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A Poem: Writer at 80 

Her eyesight and hearing faded first
but that was okay
there are devices and strategies,
to slow the slide
into darkness and silence,
but when her mind
began to drift, misplace
thoughts and words,
she hoped
that like Monet
she would see
vague patterns of beauty
for her work.

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