I scoot forward to the end of the bed and lower my legs through the darkness. The carpet, a welcome touchdown, but what is needed is a safe trip to the toilet. With a forward rocking motion, I vault
I have a 100-year-old therapist Is there a better person to get help from, who has seen and done it all? With his museum of a mind and wealth of experience, I am both tourist and patient I love
with my toe I nudge a carpenter bee, black, on its back and not moving Jose the neighbor passed recently and his jungle is dying too, its large shadow still lush, but limp my dog Gracie and I hug
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