ONE AFTERNOON AFTER my husband and I had lunch together on our veranda, I tossed a couple of items into our recycle container located on a small landing between two floors. In a blurry instant, I fell from the landing and tumbled down a flight of uncarpeted wooden stairs—with my head leading the way—to the first floor.
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