“I don’t know when the spirit opens itself to the
river.” Kathleen Dean Moore
Moore was writing about
someone drowning. I wondered about this movement of the spirit, too, when I sat
by Evelyn’s bed in the ICU. Was she still present, or had she drifted off and
now existed somewhere else?
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