Moby loves to lean. He stretches out, claims the bed as his own, squashes up against my pillow.
My back is crackling with ease today, much of what I began to think of as permanent pain has dissolved. Knots and adhesions evicted. Not everything, scars are not replaced with original tissue, but they can debulk. And depart in part.
6 comments:
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Happy for you. Wishing you much crackling and dissolvement of the auspicious kind.
(the word ver today is hophop - carries a kind of gladness with it, I think)
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(I should have left several of those, the last few days)
The accidental composition of the photo is beautiful. Or is that what Moby had in mind all along?
:)
RthS
Right back atcha.
Trou,
Eh. Consider them scattered amongst.
Crow,
He has an innate elegance. And he likes soft things.
Oh how lovely to be a flexible cat.
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