Well—
I spoke too soon—awoke from today’s nap feeling as limp as a tug boat made of paper, launched in a river so calm that just round the bend, once the rapids appeared, a small, blue-eyed, paper boat found herself tossed this way and that until her turbulent misadventure with no paddle aboard saw her spirit, drenched to the max, until—history repeating itself, saw the small paper boat make its way through the worst of the rapids—and by golly, once her courageous misadventure comes to an end, this raven haired tugboat is sure to be seen, cruisin’ along the shoreline, where she plans to dine on whatever proves bland until she’s dried out, and so fully determined to restrengthen to such a self empowered degree that (following this pep talk) her body will take another rapid, water logged, utterly unexpected, chemo-based bruisin’ , no more! (I hope!)
🤢👩🏻Annie
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