My chemo swept in the same night as the big snowstorm off the Lake. I bolted up at an ungodly hour feeling mildly poisoned—my hands, why do my hands hurt so much?—and the winds outside were howling crazy, mourning the end of the world and erasing it all under a thick pall of white.
Incredibly touched by this piece. I can't put into words how deeply it resonated with me. Miigwech. 🙏🏼
I guess that's why I write. Thank you. It's nice to feel like things matter.
This is so beautiful, i don't even know what to say. Except, vulnerability is such a powerful, strong and loving stance.
My grandmother died at age 101 and she was so angry about it.
I love that.
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