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Stopping Clocks with W.H. Auden: A Note for Martha

Martha must have been a larger than life lady at one time. As she lay quivering on the pale blue sheets, I could see there was extra skin on her emaciated arms. Where the breathing mask pressed against her face … Continue reading

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