Aug 8, 2018 | Creative Visions of Healing
Morning’s light pours into the room with the orange resting on my lap. Fingers caress the rough texture before breaking the skin. A light spray shimmers bursting from the inner layer like a show of sparklers as the aroma plumes, awaking the...
Aug 8, 2018 | Creative Visions of Healing
Plucking the teddy bear from its perch on the shelf. Tucked away, down deep in the brown satchel, a pastel painted stuffed bear carted off with a living will, cherry chap stick, and an iPod. She did not emerge, at first, covered by IVs, medical...
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