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Board Administrator Username: mjm Post Number: 3524 Registered: 11-1998 |
Honorable Mention Newton-Wellesley Hospital, 11:30 am Lisa Janice Cohen My eyes closed as you emerged squinting your protest against alien brightness. We each had time alone with separate thoughts before we gazed at one another, speaking the language of affection. You, fully conversant with the lingua franca, easily latched onto the breast. All that seemed native to you, I learned one painstaking page at a time. I studied. Every day a commencement. Today our lesson examines the shape and texture of fear. In the waiting room, you take my hand. The doctor calls your name. |
