Jasmine and freshly pressed cotton

Nov 20, 2015 14:07

He fed me lime juice and honey from a silver spoon.  His hand made a cradle cupped gently beneath my chin and as sweet acidity ran from the curve of metal to fingers he scooped it up deftly, dragged it across his mischievous licking lips and said, ‘Mima…be good and rest. We are going to get you well ( Read more... )

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signorinakatina November 21 2015, 01:41:05 UTC
Don't ever stop writing. I love reading your thoughts and thank you for sharing this story with us. It's amazing to be allowed to experience the details--the absurdity of irrational behavior and the processes of rationalization. I think we can all relate; I know I can.

I am very proud of you.

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