elizabeth and i went to see blanca today. blancita. she was my cleaning lady, elizabeths longtime friend. she worked for everybody -- including shelly winters. blanca has been dying of cancer for a long time -- throat, stomach cancer... a very hard way to go. we have visited her a few times but this was the worst. she looked like a tiny little ghandi under a blanket on the bed ~ bald, weak, alien...
but her soul was still there, her spark, her humor.
i will write more later.
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