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Funny, Camilla, I was wondering this morning how your Christmas went this year. ESP!! Glad it went better. Your poem was very moving!! I wrote one over the last month also, which I decided to share also. HAPPY HOLIDAYS TO ALL!! LIZ S/ DIAGNOSIS: PARKINSONS I felt like I'd been slammed into a wall of large black-tar bricks. They filled the air everywhere, smothering my breath, my being. I was filled with horror at the thought of disappearing, could not conceive I won't be anywhere. You hold me. I hold you. Peace is seeping through me, like peeking at the last page of a mystery. The things I now know I'll never do, like going to Machu Picchu, seem not to bother me. Right now, I need to buy apples, make Christmas pies, set the table. We cut branches of gleaming, prickly holly, with its small round red berries, like drops of blood, from the tree in the courtyard for our Christmas table on this, the fourth day of winter. We hold each other. Your smile is my present for eternity.