That I was in a hospice, dying. Each day, someone would come and take me down to the water where I would paint. Then one day, I was too weak to go and half-way there, asked to go back to my room. When we got back, my family was there to say good-bye.
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Date: 2007-03-22 05:16 pm (UTC)uh.. yeah. DIdn't enjoy that one too much.