Category: Diary Entry
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6.4.21
There were times when I was lying in bed, in too much pain to move, when I would imagine myself walking under that archway and strolling down Main Street, U.S.A. I would try to conjure all the sights and smells to keep my mind off the pain. “Think of the happiest things, it’s the same…
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11.13.16
Here the taxi drivers seem to go on strike every other day and clueless Americans easily end up stranded…
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12.7.16
I am amazed at my ability to not puke. Amazed. By all rights I should have deposited my lunch onto the oh so sterile floor. Here’s what happened:
Elisa Jeannette 