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Lois (Alzheimer poem #6): How to write an S

the kitchen table was our battleground: if I could read at 2 then surely I could create an “S” at 3, she said & I shaped them backwards or slumped them along lined paper sideways, like snakes trying wildly to … Continue reading

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