The gray field of the rain had risen.
She slept on the worn patchwork quilt
of the sky.
When
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The gray field of the rain had risen.
She slept on the worn patchwork quilt
of the sky.
When
... [+]
It was a muggy morning at Cozy Cottage Nursing Home, and the arthritis was bothering me pretty bad. Hurt to move. Hurt to type. Still does, matter of fact. That's why, when they asked me for an ... [+]