June 24, 2013 § Leave a comment

An ill child who is better and yet not well. This is when I feel my internal organs the most – especially my heart all tight and hard like a dried pea. Walking around as if on a tight rope, air in, quiet, observant and looking for signs, holding on to thin air, right left and turn around, trying to please and give her everything she desires: offerings of games, stories, berries, tv shows to my tiny golden calf.

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