Life is a circle beginning and ending intersecting, between a curtain and an open door a slit view on a corridor and life, nurses, stretchers, wisping by, the supine from other rooms coming or going. You speculate who, what, where, knowing nothing a nurse in pink the doctor in white a parade of questioners on … Continue reading E. R.
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