Monday, June 27, 2011

19 to go

It didn't seem fair to have a dentist appointment and to be nuked in the same day but that is how it worked out. I stopped at the post, and everywhere I looked on the walk down the hill were flowers. Now there are 19 sessions to go. The song that was playing I wish I could tell my stepmom, because she fell in love with Claude Fran├žois when she visited, but I'm not sure she'd remember, and I haven't tried to break through the fog about the cancer.

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