there might be cake
Rick the nurse tells me she looks peaceful

holding her hand, her hands, in and out of my own small sleep, not knowing where hers end and mine begin.

her breathing the sound of tiny tiny bellows.

Rick the nurse tells me she looks peaceful

holding her hand, her hands, in and out of my own small sleep, not knowing where hers end and mine begin.

her breathing the sound of tiny tiny bellows.

  1. janetisserlis posted this
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