Tuesday-- Your voices echo in my brain, as I now pack myself into that barrel that I ride, over the falls, into the pool and below it -- into the belly of the beast that is the eternally needy emergent patient. With your help, I have a zip line to another time, another place, where Alice pointed down the rabbit hole, to a wonderland. Thank you for the dance, the sights, the sounds, the stories. I do not feel alone. Chris Bugas
Thank you, out there...I know you are out there. Chris Bugas
In Canada, we spell blog as 'bolg'. We also can't type very well in the North.
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ReplyDeleteYour voices echo in my brain, as I now pack myself into that barrel that I ride, over the falls, into the pool and below it -- into the belly of the beast that is the eternally needy emergent patient.
With your help, I have a zip line to another time, another place, where Alice pointed down the rabbit hole, to a wonderland.
Thank you for the dance, the sights, the sounds, the stories. I do not feel alone.
Chris Bugas
Thank you, out there...I know you are out there.
Chris Bugas
Chris, Thank you!
ReplyDeleteAnd such beautiful words!