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Unformatted text preview: The milk is fine. I am born. Mother. I want to die. I want you to die. Both of us now. Die. But there was no longer much to worry about. She was floating and Emaleth drank the milk in deep hearty gulps and there wasn't anything now that she could do. She couU not even feel her own arms and legs. She could feel nothing but this^.^j^ling and then when she tried to say ... it was gone, whatever it had been; I want to open my eyes. I want to see the stars again. "They are so beautiful, Mother. They could guide me to Donnelaith if the great sea didn't lie between us." 3i5 She wanted to say, No, not Donnelaith, and to say Michael's name again, but then she couldn't quite follow it, couldn't quite remember who Michael was, or why she had wanted to say that. "Mother, don't leave me!" Her eyes opened for one precious second, yes, see, and there was the purple sky and a tall willowy figure standing over her. It could not have been her child, no, not this, not this woman rising out of the dark like some grotesque gro...
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This note was uploaded on 02/20/2010 for the course WRITING 220.200 taught by Professor Julie during the Spring '10 term at Johns Hopkins.
- Spring '10