The palest sunrise, just coming over the ocean, a summer morn.
She sits with her surf board, in her wetsuit, waiting for the light.
Once, she saw a mermaid out in those bright, deep waters. 130 more words
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I never could understand why someone would sweeten their tea or coffee if they were drinking it with dessert. It seems so redundant! Contrasting the bitterness of the beverage with the sweetness of the dessert, and vice versa, is for me part of the pleasure. 286 more words
There’s a curious blend of increasing inertia and yet deepening quietness that’s coalescing inside me at the moment. On the one hand, I’m so conscious of numbers of important and mainly family related things that I’m needing to do, one by one. 1,180 more words
I’ve just arrived home for the second time today from the oncology department. Once for a clinic and once for my fifth infusion of pembrolizumab. It’s a world of which I used to know nothing, but is now such a regular part of my life that I can know and laugh with many of the staff, and many of the department patient routines feel so familiar to me. 1,402 more words