Whenever you miss me, just call out my name...

Whenever you miss me, just call out my name...

Anyone who dropped by for a visit would ask, “How long has she been this way?” He didn’t know what to say. He did not know when this strange illness had begun. She didn’t feel any pain or fatigue, and though she’d been taken to countless doctors, no one had been able to say what was wrong, or point to the source of the illness.  (Feb 26, 2017)

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