I sit here today and things have hit me; thing that needed to get a bit to me have done so. I am melancholy; I am sad; I am enlightened. I am all those things and more.
I sit here today and think about:
Buckwheatsrisk and her abuse;
Mulberry Whine, who has survived the loss of a child for a year;
Sam, who lives wonderfully in a world that might well drive me mad;
Soma, who has a handicapped child she loves so much;
Niltsi, who suffers painfully;
The Enfant Terrible, who suffers – I can see it in her writing;
Grace, who suffers but braves it wonderfully;
there are others. I commented the other day that I had landed in the right place; I had found people like me. That is true. We all have suffered; we all have sacrificed.
Some of us have…
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