Page 42 Feb 262015 « Page 41 Page 43 » Artist: Phil Moody Thursday Once it starts, I lose any sense of time. The sky goes dark. Towards the end I ask for the morphine. « Page 41 Page 43 » WRITE YOUR THOUGHTS ABOUT THIS PAGE HERE to subscribe leave your email address [subscribe2] 2 responses to “Page 42” Maggie Peel says: 28 February 2015 at 9:58 pm How are you feeling now Suki? We’re thinking of you. You’ve done the right thing, but that doesn’t make it easy, in any sense. Reply Sue Vickerman says: 1 March 2015 at 7:08 am Suki’s darkness is everybody’s darkness. I think we’ve all been through similar times. Reply YOUR THOUGHTS Cancel reply Write here: Name (required) E-mail (required) Website Save my name, email, and website in this browser for the next time I comment.