The rain feels good. Maybe the lawn will stay green for
another week. Karen worked on my shoulders for a long time as I felt that I’m
carrying Hollie on my back. I worry about her and there is nothing I can do to
lighten her situation. A mean sick husband is outside of my bag of tricks. I
keep reminding myself that she has chosen to live like she is living. We all
choose. Every day we choose again. I choose peace.
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