tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2382277614743623418.post2872921642334302581..comments2023-11-18T09:28:47.732-08:00Comments on Living here now: Report from Pillville: the angioplasty, the pain meds, the attitude, and the sounds that prevent silenceDenise Emanuel Clemenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10982725113569943337noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2382277614743623418.post-43013157715825352132013-06-07T23:54:30.562-07:002013-06-07T23:54:30.562-07:00The body, the body. What can we do? We're trap...The body, the body. What can we do? We're trapped in these things. <br />I hope you both are sound asleep as I write this, and as I write this two owls are hooting comfort to one another out there in the dark.I think they'd like me to pass on some of that comfort to the two of you.Andreahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07247877396600721769noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2382277614743623418.post-21594485705995121632013-06-02T10:34:46.584-07:002013-06-02T10:34:46.584-07:00i read every wordi read every wordSuzhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10329289442910294160noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2382277614743623418.post-59540443684412448252013-06-02T05:50:05.695-07:002013-06-02T05:50:05.695-07:00You humble me. You AND your mother.
You humble me. You AND your mother. <br />Ms. Moonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09776404747858099919noreply@blogger.com