Open to see, but never understand, even in the quiet, closed off comfort of the life behind lids
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My Island
I used to run around this island and swim off the dock. I used to rock climb and pick blueberries. I could paddle a canoe. I was strong enough to ring the dinner bell and wash the dishes when dinner was through. I was awake longer than the sun.
Diagnosis Be Damned 