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Writing without a helmet. Posted by Hattie Wilcox. In memory of my mother, Elizabeth Douglas Moran. In the back of my file drawer I found a pair of socks. Left from the time my mother came to stay. The time when the music room was her bedroom. And everything she owned fit into two drawers. After a stroke, my mother remained her sunny self. And though she could no longer find words. She charmed the staff in rehab, shamelessly. Created her own clucking, gibberish language. At the same time she found out.
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Writing without a helmet. Posted by Hattie Wilcox. In memory of my mother, Elizabeth Douglas Moran. In the back of my file drawer I found a pair of socks. Left from the time my mother came to stay. The time when the music room was her bedroom. And everything she owned fit into two drawers. After a stroke, my mother remained her sunny self. And though she could no longer find words. She charmed the staff in rehab, shamelessly. Created her own clucking, gibberish language. At the same time she found out.
launch into eternity | Writing without a helmet
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Writing without a helmet. Posted by Hattie Wilcox. In memory of my mother, Elizabeth Douglas Moran. In the back of my file drawer I found a pair of socks. Left from the time my mother came to stay. The time when the music room was her bedroom. And everything she owned fit into two drawers. After a stroke, my mother remained her sunny self. And though she could no longer find words. She charmed the staff in rehab, shamelessly. Created her own clucking, gibberish language. At the same time she found out.
against all odds | Writing without a helmet
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Writing without a helmet. Posted by Hattie Wilcox. In memory of my mother, Elizabeth Douglas Moran. In the back of my file drawer I found a pair of socks. Left from the time my mother came to stay. The time when the music room was her bedroom. And everything she owned fit into two drawers. After a stroke, my mother remained her sunny self. And though she could no longer find words. She charmed the staff in rehab, shamelessly. Created her own clucking, gibberish language. At the same time she found out.
courage | Writing without a helmet
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Writing without a helmet. Posted by Hattie Wilcox. In memory of my mother, Elizabeth Douglas Moran. In the back of my file drawer I found a pair of socks. Left from the time my mother came to stay. The time when the music room was her bedroom. And everything she owned fit into two drawers. After a stroke, my mother remained her sunny self. And though she could no longer find words. She charmed the staff in rehab, shamelessly. Created her own clucking, gibberish language. At the same time she found out.
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Writing without a helmet. Posted by Hattie Wilcox. In memory of my mother, Elizabeth Douglas Moran. In the back of my file drawer I found a pair of socks. Left from the time my mother came to stay. The time when the music room was her bedroom. And everything she owned fit into two drawers. After a stroke, my mother remained her sunny self. And though she could no longer find words. She charmed the staff in rehab, shamelessly. Created her own clucking, gibberish language. At the same time she found out.
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