the road less traveled
reflections and rants
Thursday, August 19, 2010
grief
my friend keeps vigil over his daughter. S, at eighteen, slips in and out of consciousness amidst the tubes and monitors. the wolf is a merciless marauder.
there are no platitudes worth mouthing.
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