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Hurlers

Hurlers. I wanted them to swirl, to lift me up with the wind, to dance like they used to. But all around them was snow. I gathered it up in my hands. 53 more words

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Hurlers

Hurlers. I wanted them to swirl, to lift me up with the wind, to dance like they used to. But all around them was snow. I gathered it up in my hands. 53 more words

Fiction

Slow progress

Last week Jacob was finally scheduled to have his lung biopsy on Friday afternoon. We arrived at GOSH in the morning only to be told unfortunately it had to be cancelled as there were no intensive care beds available at the last minute. 464 more words