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She just wants to locate herself in time and space. Everything rushes past: childhood, beauty, even pain. There must be a place to rest, to take a deep breath and absorb what's gone before. She watches the face of the clock for a clue; she studies the map of her life. She notices how she's been all over, and never too long in one place. She can't decide if this is a problem or a gift. She points to a dot on the map and decides to settle there. She wants to believe that there is still time for a mailbox with her name and address in block letters. Still time to go home.
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