March
There were storms and power cuts.
I was too dangerous for candles. My hands were aching, I tried to forget them. I could hardly chop the carrots—can you remember how to cook corned beef like your mother did? Then my knees happened. A terrible way to say hello. I could hardly walk. An onion halved is an onion shared. You drove me to the hospital. Despite my fear I still enjoyed driving through the dark.
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