I love waking up as I did this morning...no alarm clock, just slowly coming to the awareness of being awake rather than dreaming. As I lay in bed with ideas gently gliding in and out of my consciousness, I thought of the happiest of times, and conversely the saddest times. And then I thought of an aunt - at 95, what would her answers to those questions be? Then I wished I'd asked another aunt those questions before she died - she always seemed so happy.
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