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Roylsden #189

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"Grandma?"
I'm a bit scared to talk about this, this thought floating on the lake of my mind like a single flower petal, fragile, beautiful, but vulnerable; it is almost like I'm saying it without meaning to.
My body had stopped aching and I felt stronger but Doc Morris wouldn't let me take the dressing from around my head, and his medicine was revolting. I wanted to complain that Doc was fussing too much: that was really the whole lake of my thoughts, but I knew Grandma wouldn't tolerate any words against him.
She didn't look up from her darning.

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    Drew Martyn over 2 years ago

    Oh look, a change of scene ;)

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    Peter Henderson over 2 years ago

    YESS!! Annie's getting better

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    Neville Hunt over 2 years ago

    A change of scene to keep us all on those darn tenterhooks a bit longer!

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