Lupus chemo does strange things, like make me easily winded. I still go to Haitian dance on Fridays despite that. It is my "hug" class and I am starting to have many friends. We had our (woman) instructor from Haiti today....I love to experience a woman's perspective for this dance.
I keep telling myself I am getting stronger. I am. I had a grief upwelling tonight but took a long drive on a back road called Granite Creek and saw an owl flying along.
Now to finish that poem for my writing group tomorrow...
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