If, the girl whispers, I do not go into the fire I will not be able to live with my soul. -Adrienne Rich, "Leaflets"
Wednesday, August 04, 2004
"She looks like a plucked chicken!" -Mom
It begins...
Tomorrow I go in at 11am for my chopping. Gretchen's appointment was changed to tomorrow, also. Mom will probably go into cardiac arrest before the day will be over, due to sensory overload.
Harley before we went to the groomer.
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