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The lady from the last post just died. I still have a memory, in my body, of holding her up on her bed. I have a clear image, because it was so recent, of the challenges, struggles, eye-rolling, and joking- she was really quite droll. I keep being surprised, when a memory of a session with her intrudes into my thoughts, that she doesn't seem any more faded than my other former patients, as though my memory of her should diminish as her presence on this earth recedes.

But my memories continue to ebb and flow at their own rate, according to my own rhythms. And this, apparently, is outside the realm of the literal and actual world.