......the thin green line reappearance on the Iphone's screen as a sign of Hope.......the 20hrs/day USB feeding tube of consensual validation having readministered yet another four hours of effulgence.. more than the importunings of tearful Mary Case, as she made her last call ditch for $600 to pay her liquor store bill.....confused about whether she owed her jeweler, and friend of many years, for the Art Deco ring she had left without paying for, or had she not actually been gifted the Giovanni Piranesi engraving that at one time hung in the office of the President of First Atlanta Bank, before its Mothership reincorporation and displacement by yet another Exercise & Fitness Facility.....now, also, washed away by the shifting sands of Time and Circumstance.....as Mary was dismissed, and eventually abandoned to her dementia-driven paranoid disassociations and confinement in a mental ward...until her money ran out, that is....She was allowed ten minutes a day on her last dimes, for desperation calling, having been displaced from the throne from which she had ruled just a decade before even her beloved sons' began to disentwine their once dependent child arms from her withering embrace, their need to suckle at her empty breasts having been replaced by more youthful flesh, still with the Trusts and exquisite furnishings of their dowries........(it's 8am....and I really "must" leave the keyboard for the dashboard and journey into the traffic....I'm completely out of chocolate almond milk for my Java....and.....a tall cappuccino is my only impetus to complete this story)......."Cætera sequentur".
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