Short Thoughts: Those who shape and those moments that did.
Friday, September 3, 2010
anecdote # 128 - S.
hug takes away the ragged cold.
you slip me into a microclimate.
your breathing's like CPR as you hold;
chest lifts urge me to take another.
one steady breath after the last, and old
friends, are how we get through anything.
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