this post would have been one thing maybe if i'd not had a phone conversation previously with the granddaughter. so it's different now….it's plainer.
I didn't go to Albuquerque. For some good reasons. That i would have enumerated here to soften the fact that i feel like i failed best nurse Cindy. But i decided not to go. Granddaughter brought me to this, just saying i decided not to go. I just decided not to go.
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i decided not to go. ok.
i wandered through cloth, thinking about making a Pretty One. What DOES that mean?, a pretty one?
took the chair Out.
thought about what it means to be …… happy. To live with ease.
thought about how Metta begins, always, no matter who teaches it, begins, always with
May I……
May I…..
May I….
May I…
put arnica on my wrist. It DOES work. if you let it.
Tazmeena would like to be petted. In a slow way. A soft way.
stuff wants to be Looked At so you know what you Have




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