Two Black Dogs, No Fluffy Puppies
Sometimes I think I’m better now, or getting to be better. A better, more interesting person. I feel as though my thoughts, words, and pictures; that they all have validity. Or more validity than they once may have done. Everything is separated into before and after. I’m talking about MS, Multiple Sclerosis, the second black … Continue reading Two Black Dogs, No Fluffy Puppies
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