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Expressing its Self
Here it is day 59, and as I made my way downstairs I had a slight feeling of unease. By the time the first breathing was over, a softball size ball of nausea settled in my belly on the… Continue reading
Here it is day 59, and as I made my way downstairs I had a slight feeling of unease. By the time the first breathing was over, a softball size ball of nausea settled in my belly on the… Continue reading