While putting away the decorations, I had a sense this might be the last time I do this and if it is that would be all right. It is not the first time the prospect of dying has visited, but it is never a frightening realization. It does not intrude.
[Another Christmas has come and gone. The decorations were brought out, hung and are back again in the attic. So much, I suppose, for premonitions.]
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