I saw my first private practice client today. I suppose it's a sort of milestone. It has begun..
I have a new job. That makes four. Movement.
Anne asked me a question today that reminded me of this poem. Because, really, there's so much at stake..
so much depends
upon
a red wheel
barrow
glazed with rain
water
beside the white
chickens.
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