I laid awake in the dark morning listening to the birds begin to
sing. First one then another and another
until it seemed to me the house was encircled by a divine choir. Singing cancer away, I thought, as surely as all
the drugs that course through her body more drugs than blood it seems. I have a one-track mind, getting her better, and I believe every thing has its purpose including the songbirds of
morning.
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