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| Steven H. Cornelius Music and Stroke |
During my week at Mass General and the following three at Spaulding Rehabilitation Hospital I had many visitors. I enjoyed my friends’ company and looked forward to their visits, but had trouble understanding why they came.
I was content with solitude, even told Sharan not to come every day.
She and my friends were wiser than I. Only recently have I begun to understand how their compassion healed.
They reeled me in and brought me back from the abyss.
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