Near the end of his life, my grandfather lost his language, then gained his mother tongue. A fewmonths after dementia had taken all but his childhood

Mountain Lion Trail It was quiet that morning in the woods –gravel crunching, light casting hand puppet shadows on the groundthrough the leaves.  We watched for the cats and kept the dogclose, jumping...

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