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  • "I thought people lived on and on on earth," said my father, "until the day my sister, Josephine, died." That dawn, his mother woke him up, saying, "Get up, dear, and say Adieu to your sister. Nokoundaliu no pomogunan dou."

    Her world is now a different one.
    Changed is her domain.
    She lives now in another country.

    I woke up to the radio turning on - I had not used it in ages - at dawn. The first thing I heard was THE NEWS. Diana.

    I had grown up and out of girlhood with Princess Tina, a British publication for girls. I wanted to see who the Prince of Wales would marry. He married the lovely Lady Diana Spencer.

    And then there was a crack in this cosmic egg.

    I knew those sinking feelings. Especially that dawn, the first morning my spouse and I are officially inhabiting separately addressed domiciles.

    The People's Princess, Diana, left this world at 3:00 this morning intones the voice. (Was it Bob Edwards? Too grief-stricken to think.)

    She lived now in another country.

    (And on a minor, minor key, so did I.)

    Kingdom Hearts - Dearly Beloved - Piano
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