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Her diagnosis was a blow. And 18 years later, she’s still a child   I stand at the doorway watching Chaviva. She’s off to the side, singing to her own beat. She then gravitates toward the windows, where she can see the room’s bright colors, and the tables and chairs, reflected in the window pane.
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The clock is a constant in a shifting world. Six women share time-related tales
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The clock is a constant in a shifting world. Six women share time-related tales
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Her diagnosis was a blow. And 18 years later, she’s still a child   I stand at the doorway watching Chaviva. She’s off to the side, singing to her own beat. She then gravitates toward the windows, where she can see the room’s bright colors, and the tables and chairs, reflected in the window pane.
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Her diagnosis was a blow. And 18 years later, she’s still a child   I stand at the doorway watching Chaviva. She’s off to the side, singing to her own beat. She then gravitates toward the windows, where she can see the room’s bright colors, and the tables and chairs, reflected in the window pane.
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Her diagnosis was a blow. And 18 years later, she’s still a child   I stand at the doorway watching Chaviva. She’s off to the side, singing to her own beat. She then gravitates toward the windows, where she can see the room’s bright colors, and the tables and chairs, reflected in the window pane.
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