Friday, April 3, 2009

Greener Grass

One tumor down one to go. My sister is recovering from surgery and everything looks good. The sky is blue today and my grass is growing. I can't wait to cut it, to work to live. Appreciation for all things is the key to be here now. We've got a long road, I thought, we’d crossed the bend, I look ahead and hell there is another hill. We can take it I know we can.

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