My day is so full of countless incongruent pieces that slip off the table.
It is like being in a nightmare where you are running as hard as you can, but the landscape doesn’t change.
Then the fear chatters at me and I do wonder if my mind is sifting away bit by bit . . . .
Dear Lord… Bless the caregivers. For their beloved know not what they do.
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Wow, Ducky. Thank you for your insightful comment. Love to you.
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