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He
did
not
remember
clearly
whether
the
milk
was
warm
or
cool
at
his
last
feeding
or
how
the
days
passed
--
there
was
only
his
crib
and
Nana
's
familiar
presence
.
And
then
he
remembered
nothing
.
When
he
was
hungry
he
cried
--
that
was
all
.
Through
the
noons
and
nights
he
breathed
and
over
him
there
were
soft
mumblings
and
murmurings
that
he
scarcely
heard
,
and
faintly
differentiated
smells
,
and
light
and
darkness
.
Then
it
was
all
dark
,
and
his
white
crib
and
the
dim
faces
that
moved
above
him
,
and
the
warm
sweet
aroma
of
the
milk
,
faded
out
altogether
from
his
mind
.