Saturday, March 1, 2008
61/366: Mary Ellen
The youngest of Nana’s grandchildren is gorgeous, like all of Ro’s kids. Diagnosed with a brain tumor last summer, she is recovering from the surgery. Now she can’t focus with her right eye and has trouble speaking. I don’t understand why the most loving, generous, sweet-spirited people have the worst trials.
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Why?
There is no answer. That is the answer.
Damn. I think you're right.
I must confess that I stole that from my friend Ann-Marie who stole it from Gertrude Stein.
Ah. Of course. And a rose is a rose, and other tautologies.
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