As a rather clumsy child, I had a couple of broken bones in my day. Typically, I was in a cast for 6 weeks while the bone set, repaired and healed itself.
6 weeks does nothing for a broken heart. Maybe someone could invent a cast to help it set?
Hope is a thing with feathers, That perches in the soul, And sings the tune without the words, And never stops at all.-Emily Dickenson
Thursday, April 26, 2007
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