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The nurses must think I’m asleep because my eyes are closed but my blind eyes can see nothing whether open or closed I lie thinking about how I danced with Clive back in 1939 what will happen to Grace now? one nurse says talking nearby her leg stumps are healing now but whether she'll walk again depends how she copes another nurse says no sight either how does she make out that? the first nurse says she's still pretty though no scars or ****** damage and that gentleman who visited her wants to take her out to dinner when she is more able I lie still pretend I am sleeping wanting to hear more my leg stumps throb and my none existent feet itch and I want to scratched them but lie still trying to act a sleeping beauty waiting for my prince to come her house was bombed but she was pulled out alive but her maid was killed the nurse says breaking into my act the feet itching the stumps throbbing my eyes wanting to see again the nurses move away outside hitting windows a harsh fall of rain.
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Mar 29, 2016
Mar 29, 2016 at 3:26 PM UTC
HARSH FALL OF RAIN 1940
The nurses must think I’m asleep because my eyes are closed but my blind eyes can see nothing whether open or closed I lie thinking about how I danced with Clive back in 1939 what will happen to Grace now? one nurse says talking nearby her leg stumps are healing now but whether she'll walk again depends how she copes another nurse says no sight either how does she make out that? the first nurse says she's still pretty though no scars or ****** damage and that gentleman who visited her wants to take her out to dinner when she is more able I lie still pretend I am sleeping wanting to hear more my leg stumps throb and my none existent feet itch and I want to scratched them but lie still trying to act a sleeping beauty waiting for my prince to come her house was bombed but she was pulled out alive but her maid was killed the nurse says breaking into my act the feet itching the stumps throbbing my eyes wanting to see again the nurses move away outside hitting windows a harsh fall of rain.
A BLIND AND LEGLESS WOMAN IN HOSPITAL HEARS TALK ABOUT HERSELF IN 1940.
TerryCollett
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Mar 29, 2016
Mar 29, 2016 at 3:26 PM UTC
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