So much bravado -- and life -- and light dancing with reality -- and life -- and death. You conjure it all here, X.P., and make it clear that it all belongs.
I remember this one, X.P. What the young do when we grieve. It brings me flashes of the 1980's. We young nurses would tend our patients in the ICU on the "second shift" 3-11 PM-- then go out and try to dance away our sadness.
Beautiful!
Sad but exquisite
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Oh big sigh. Beauty and saddness and just so true.
very good fit - thanks for posting again
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This one hits hard. I'm grateful for your voice with its hard-won wisdom.
Intense.
OOPH!
So much bravado -- and life -- and light dancing with reality -- and life -- and death. You conjure it all here, X.P., and make it clear that it all belongs.
I remember this one, X.P. What the young do when we grieve. It brings me flashes of the 1980's. We young nurses would tend our patients in the ICU on the "second shift" 3-11 PM-- then go out and try to dance away our sadness.
Such hard and sacred work, Ann.
Beautiful.
Beautiful work!
A fine addition, X.P. Thank you
Thank you, Paul.