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It’s hard to feel this old when I’m just this young. It’s as if I’ve aged 30 years in the past ten months. Is this how it feels when one is as old as I feel? Does it hurt to … Continue reading

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Saw a penny rolling down the hill. Remember those? Pennies. Not too much good anymore except for luck so it goes. Still they’re around here and there. Junk drawers. Under couch cushions. Behind old oil cans on the floor in … Continue reading

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It’s not all the blood clots or the headaches or the backaches or the tests or the deep breaths or the chemo or the meds or the nausea or the hair loss or the constant dependency or the constant trips … Continue reading

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