As I lift the heavy lawnmower into the trunk by myself again (not so confident this time, not as easy), I suddenly know where the mysterious long bruise on my leg came from.
Here's to not waiting for help. Here's to the bruises I can explain and the ones I can't. Here's to my headache. Here's to my misery, looming just overhead, like the stones in the doorway.
1 comment:
You really made m laugh.. i always have unexplained bruises that just show up out of a sudden and i keep thinking about where om earth did it come from.
lucky you :P
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