Dear Hearts
It’s late I am tired. A long week of work and wonder. Getting up in the dark, going to bed in the dark. Three days a week teaching and the fourth is a right off, even after spending each evening mostly in silence and solitude in order to keep going. Fibromyalgia and Autism/ADHD mean pacing myself. Friday was cooking up a big pan of vegetable …
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