His bones are literally disintegrating, depositing calcium into the bloodstream and leaving him completely disoriented. Matt is in the last stages of bone marrow cancer. Six months ago she bought a house in Kinderhook, N.Y., directly next door to my Aunt Lib and Uncle Matt. My mother is a liberal, a fiction writer, and an English professor, but despite the clichés regarding all those callings she’s anything but a hysteric, and there’s a reason for her tears. Everywhere I go, I’m like half blind with tears.” “Whenever I’m driving in the car with music on I start crying. “Here’s a new thing,” my mother told me the other day. Certain it is, the place still continues under the sway of some witching power, that holds a spell over the minds of the good people, causing them to walk in a continual reverie… -Washington Irving, “The Legend of Sleepy Hollow”
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