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Cancer Unnamed in 1862

The horses are a galloping today Their hooves clacking against the cobblestones. They clomp right by in a most lovely way. Woman in carriage giving tiny moans. Cancer prevails in her smallish bones. Eighteen sixty-two. Disease has no name. Big C makes it impossible to hide. This poor woman will never be the same.

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Date: 1/25/2020 12:27:00 AM
The biggest scourge of mankind Caren, I think everyone has lost a family to that horrible disease. Tom
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Caren Krutsinger
Date: 1/25/2020 3:03:00 AM
It is a horrible horrible illness.
Date: 1/24/2020 7:32:00 PM
Wow what a way to bring attention to cancer! I enjoyed the read very much! Everyone who has died in my family has died from it! It truly is nothing nice to see one waste away from it! ;(
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Caren Krutsinger
Date: 1/25/2020 3:03:00 AM
It is so sad.