Before I moved to northern California, I lived within less than a mile of the building in which I was born, except for one month. The building was a maternity hospital which was later converted to what used to be called a rest home. I haven't been back to that neighborhood in years, but, if the place is still there, and remains few years longer, I suppose that I could check in and end up dying in the same room that I was born in. I've always sort of liked that idea.
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Date: 2001-10-08 04:22 pm (UTC)Re:
Date: 2001-10-08 05:02 pm (UTC)