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Watching the Mountains Change Color

Watching the Mountains Change Color The doctor, who plans to dismiss her this evening, tells the nurse, “Go ahead, send her home with the husband and kids. Why did we admit her anyway? She’s fine.” Then the husband says something he hadn’t mentioned at dawn when by the hand he led her in: “My wife stands for hours at the window, watching the mountains change color, mountains that aren’t there,” he says. Donal Mahoney

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