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    Click on the links in the Sign Text below for more stories about Perram House


    Through the night shift

    and into morning

    Perram House creaks and groans.

    It doesn’t care who you are or where you came from.

    Blue. Yellow. Pale purple. 

    Each room is different.

    An all-male choir sings Leonard Cohen’s

    Hallelujah in the Living Room.

    A resident reads on the back deck.

    Nurses, support workers, volunteers learn

    the art of working slow enough and quick enough.

    Making pancakes. Treating pain.

    Up and down the Scarlett O’Hara stair case

    and through bevelled glass doors they

    Turn. Bathe. Brush hair. Ease.

    More ice.


    Someone wants to go out for a smoke.

    Three days.  A month.  A week.

    We all knew how rare this was.

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