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The old woman awakens, to the rasp of the hinges, ripping the shutters from her bedroom window. She rises supporting her frail body with blue veined hands holding fast to the bedpost, the night stand, the windowsill. In the pallor of midnight moon, the shutters lie quiet in the garden, in her crushed azalea...
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