I keep Paula’s gift of collage material on the table. I covered it up with papers so I wouldn’t feel sad about not pursuing a project. I know I’m better if I want to look again at her bold and colorful work. Or is that play. The physical therapy totally exhausts me. Points out that when the beginning is 0, there is a long way to go toward fitness. I need to come home, nest, and nap.
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