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  • I have had no sleep in the last 48 hours regardless of recent surgery to remove one of my wrist bones. I found more dislocated ribs from recent activity and the worry about them kept me up.

    Not sleeping means time to think.
    To find the realizations I have been seeking.
    Some answers are hard, but some like "I will heal from this two year ordeal of pain and use my hands again" are wonderful.

    Arm in a cast. Well below freezing. Stars spinning in my eyes.
    Seems like an excellent time to go for a walk in the moonlight and sing out to the coyotes howling across the bay.
    A time to write love letters out of light.
    To shout to the sky that I will do everything I need to to heal.
    To come home and transform into a being of pure energy.
    Time to sleep and dream of my love, the man I want to grow old with.
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