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  • Sometimes my nights are very dark.

    It seems the hardest work: to get through, listening to my husband breathing beside me.

    Fear grips me, just like that, panic, I breathe and get up and lie down and get up...fantasies torture my soul...

    Then the sun rises, maybe a migrating bird sings beautifully and then I do get up and jump desperately and joyously into - my first cup of good, strong, hot coffee!

    Art by Kiki
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