A fateful evening, a darker sky.
On the not-so-rare occasion, a young woman walks into her kitchen.
She reaches--not for her fleeting reputation--but for a simple towel.
A paper towel.
Her fingers search, desperate for a ply...ANY PLY.
What felt like a terrifying defeat, was actually
a horrifying defeat.
A barren desert, she felt.
And then a sudden memory
to last week at the grocery store
when she ignorantly walked past aisle 6.
...
& this is the life of an early Alzheimer's diagnosis.
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