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Boulder shoulders, bursting biceps, terrifying to see, a menacing mountain of a muscle-man he used to be. Now, bedridden, he wilts away his days till the end arrives. This nursing home's locked doors hide closing and closed lives.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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