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  • I'm still bleeding.

    I mean physically, from the surgery. My belly is still all bruised and purple. The healing is up and and down.

    Last night, I made dinner for the first time in months--for my husband and myself. Not something simple, but bouillabaisse. It came out great. This is cause for celebration, even though at the moment, I am not so well.

    I request forgiveness from Jaga for making art/story somewhat similar to one of his pieces. This is NOT what my earlier, also similar work was like. I may post some of that later, another time.

    This story is for yesterday, I did not have time to post, I am way behind, more apologies!!! (It is for yesterday because I am hoping to have another story for today. )

    I was playing. I like to play. The abstract art piece at the center and the one around the border are mine.

    In case you don't click on connections, this story is dedicated to Jaga. It's yesterday's, 7-9-13.
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