
The Human Seasons
I sat bolt upright on the bed and looked at the woman who was sitting by my side. I was startled. Was it really Liz who was seated on the edge of the bed? I had buried her only yesterday! Liz, my wife of twenty years, whom I loved with all my heart. The person without whom I was a lost soul!
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