Sometimes her mind would go off into flights of fancy. She would be 26 years old again and running. It would feel like she was gliding over the earth as her breath slowed. She would run and run and run for miles, through vineyards and trails, sometimes she could feel water lapping at her feet; she’d feel strong and at peace with everything in her world. The breeze would feel cool, and the sun magical and healing. Sometimes she would run naked, without a single bit of self-consciousness.
Then her mind would snap to reality. The nurses never noticed the trickle of a tear when that happened.
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