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In by Lucía on November 12, 2010 at 6:06 pm

It had been seven hours, and there she was, seated at the end of a line of chairs that ran down the hospital corridor.  The lights buzzed, and the nurses and attendants shuffled by, and the visitors clumsily nosed their way towards their visits.  All she wanted was silence, a relentless silence, a silence of stillness, but she found herself rooted there, bound to this space.  What she would have needed was a space of uninterruptedness, to clarify, to understand.  But as she sat, the aggravated, busy noises broke into her ears and through to her mind, shattering her thoughts.

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