Some people say Nothing is ever Black and white Just shades of gray.
As children we knew There is white and black. In Seattle and San Francisco, the shop doorways all up and down the streets are littered with the insect cocoons of hopeless men wrapped in dirt-caked blankets from their heels to their heads. Now she has sent all the others away. For this is a daughter's work - to stand watch in the deep night and usher her mother gently through to death. Gone also is the paraphernalia - it is time for simple things.