She got up and left just now. It was like one of those times when you were revisiting a place you have been before but not quite certain you are at the exact place you remember. And then you turn a corner and there it is. The exact place. Since she has lived here for the past two years and especially this year, I have not had time on the porch by myself very often. And when I do, it is in the very early morning or late evening. Make no mistake, I still treasure the time sitting here with her. She shares her thoughts and opinions, reads from interesting articles in the times or reviews the book she is currently reading. Her 90-year-old mind is working. But now that she is inside making her bed, I am alone in the mid-morning on the porch. It is the exact place I remember.
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