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11/11/2004: "Clara"

At the library, not in my town, not in hers, yet there we meet. She is about ninety years old, I am about half that. I haven't seen her in a few weeks; she had a cold and was laid up. She comes to the church and staples the bulletins. She has the most extraordinary eyes.