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Post by Ghislain nó Jasmine (D) on Sept 8, 2007 21:37:14 GMT -5
I felt my body shiver with a chill in spite of the fact I was drenched in sweat. I was not totally cognizant and a vaguely heard soothing sounds. The chirping of birds, the soft humming of a woman that was apparently nearby. A cool wet cloth placed on my brow, and someone raising my head to help me swallow warm broth then lowering me back onto what must have been a bed. I wondered where mother and father where. We had all taken ill and it had so destroyed my pleasant days. Days of tagging along after my mother on wobbly legs, of falling and skinning my knees. I think I drifted again then for I do not recall much more.
When next I woke I heard soft murmuring talk and words I could only vaguely make out. Someone mentioned “Balm House.” Another mentioned “fever has broken” and thus I opened my eyes to observe a young man and woman speaking on the other side of the room I laid in. Sun was streaming in the windows and the air was fresh. For the first time in I do not know how long my nostrils were not filled with the stench of illness and death.
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