My uncle was wearing a tag with ‘fourth-stage lung cancer patient’ written on it, the tag accompanied him wherever he went, right up until he took his last breath. He also had a niece who also accompanied him wherever he went. The niece, upon discovering that her uncle's breathing had stopped, performed a long repetitive dance on the spot throughout the day and into the night. Contrary to the initial idea that the tears would never stop, the tears that had fallen on the t-shirt she was wearing dried, they turned white and over time became a fine powder that blew away in the wind. She was out of breath. ....
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