Must have been this time of the year. The cool December breeze. Early in the morning. Everyone was still asleep. The sun was always late. I could smell the coffee brewing. The sound of eggs frying tickled my ears. She was humming the same old tune. I could never make out what song it was. I never asked her. It doesn't matter anymore. She's a long time gone.
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