"I paid for it with Love and Blood."

A lot of pain.

But none of it mine and therefore it doesn't feel quite legit to talk about. I am also completely unable to change a thing.

All I can hear in my head, a single earworm over and over again, is part of the chorus from The Bed by Lou Reed. (TW: SI/SH)

Our own dear Biggie Dervish seems well enough for now; she is enjoying the beauties of this early summer, joyful and vital, an outdoors girl. If she has a week left or a month or a year, we only really know this very day. So we live this very day. But when I look beyond my little garden;

Oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh What a feeling