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Hannah glides through the fog as if an apparition—beautiful and giving as if Jesus himself is pouring her out of a wine bottle. I point my old Leica towards her as she stands in front of a Monterey Pine, its branches bent eastward from years of persistent winds. This will be more than just another picture I’ll add to my collection.

A friend recently said to me, “When our friends learned I had Alzheimer’s, many looked at me as if I had some kind of contagious disease. Then, they just stopped calling or coming around. Don’t they know it isn’t the bloody plague?”