Sit by the lakeside as "sensuous lips of the setting sun drink lustily from the gold-drenched lake." Listen as the "dawn appears clandestinely with no greater sound than the whispered breath of a sleeping baby." Watch when "a darkening canopy of approaching night settles its heaviness lighter than a setting hen." Wait with the author in a chemo lounge while "sterile liquid fire drips more quietly than the death it may forstall, forbidden to be touched...
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