"When I was learning to creep, my mother set me down on the beach to see what I thought of it. I crawled straight for the coming wave and was just thro...

My mother's face floated to mind, a pale, reproachful moon, at her last and first visit to the asylum since my twentieth birthday. A daughter in an asylum! I had done that to her. Still, she had obviously decided to forgive me.
My mother's face floated to mind, a pale, reproachful moon, at her last and first visit to the asylu...
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