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[cancer] Ah, memory
Hanging out in my old haunts is stirring me up a lot. Mostly good, not all. Meanwhile, last night I dreamt I’d mailed myself my own piano. (The one the souls of my ancestors live in.)
Might be a tough day today.
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Posted: 5:54 am Sun March 03 2013 |
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Hugs
You have friends and family to stand beside you. You can do it.
This may be your shortest post yet, its the one to date that has made me weep
We are listening, Jay, and wishing you well, in all the ways we can.