What beauty already.
Tea in the dawn garden, with a side of worry.
Signs I've been ignoring, because I don't want to face the possibility that dave could be ill. He's got so much to do, so much good living to enjoy.
He's the only one who knows my deepest heart. He is my world.
He's beside me now, as I write in bed, stirring.
I must do what any good partner does, and put the kettle on
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