Dangerous Compassions


Ming and R are moving a fridge into the lounge.  Freedom House got a new fridge, so we’re taking the old one.

Last night we were out late and I was up later txting with a friend–till midnight.–as Ming slept beside me.

Then I was up at 5:30 to go serve the hungry.  I trained the bread people then gave out chapstick.  I was interested in the watermelon flavor but didn’t take one.

Then we had a meeting, which was great.  Then we had another meeting, also great.

Now I’m full of quinoa and all breakfasted up and ready to face my day.

By Laura-Marie

Good at listening to the noise until it makes sense.

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