Feb 262015
 


Picture by Phil Moody
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.



 

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  1. 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.

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