Pangs of regret were parked outside.
There were fissures in the foundation.
Sometimes we encounter a blog so fine, so redolent of life and longing and the sweetness of being present, we must share. This time, we’re sharing a blog written by physicians, simply processing the astonishing, unknowable experiences they have as healers and humans. There is so much heart here, so much naked truth, one must wonder and be altered in the reading.
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The locks gave and they pranced.
Another fierce cousin deployed to Baghdad.
A US army Apache helicopter flies over Baghdad as the sun sets, 21 March 2007. Eleven people were killed and dozens wounded in separate attacks in and around the Iraqi capital Baghdad on Wednesday, security officials said. AFP PHOTO/PATRICK BAZ
She didn’t understand wild mushroom anything.
His wet nose was his signature.
There were no starched linen napkins.
Silent auctions gave her screaming fits.
April showers throttled their picnic plans.
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