Dangerous Compassions

away from my desk

This morning we visited our friend P at her assisted living facility.  She couldn’t remember the words for backpack (that thing you put your stuff in) or sleeping bag (that bed you roll out on the ground).  It was funny but sad but she’s getting old.

Hot here.  We got cheap falafel and corncake.  Seems soaked in syrup. 

And I wrote some letters and need to step away from my desk now.

By Laura-Marie

Good at listening to the noise until it makes sense.

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