A HIDING PLACE IN THE STORMS OF CHRONIC ILLNESS I lay in my double bed, the bed I had lived in for the past year and a half, and quietly watched the rain outside my bedroom window. For the last 24 hours, it had been pouring hard – so much rain, so many...
Which blue sky do you see today? How can you describe it in a way that describes how you are feeling? Or perhaps your sky isn’t blue at all—write that sky.
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