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Mar 2, 2023Liked by Rebecca Loudon

Well, this is definitely a poem, a brilliant muscly poem that spins and feints and curls and then let’s the hammer fall, yet not to injure but to see everything plain, not flinching, brave and daring to look what is in the eye. I am happy for your two checks each month steady as rain. Happy for the doctor who prescribes the cocktail. Happy to witness the beautiful sourdough. Not happy about the quack dentist but love that you’re putting the fight elsewhere. You haven’t lost the fight. You just fight differently now. I love you.

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Feb 27, 2023Liked by Rebecca Loudon

I am heartbroken, reading this. I wish I could buoy you up, toss you far off into the sea. Where you could float along for a while, until some peace blows back through your too-often troubled house. As it is, please let me know if I CAN help you in some way.

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Feb 25, 2023Liked by Rebecca Loudon

There is great joy in not having to act normal anymore, whatever that is. Love your bunny creamer and sugar bowl.

Xoxo

Barbara

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Feb 25, 2023Liked by Rebecca Loudon

Except for a few salient details, I feel like you wrote my story.

There is little else to say.

Except that I love you and I, too, know the joy of not having to act normal.

Oh- one more thing- you are still writing poetry.

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