8:67) Ginny Little 18-JAN-98 11:01

my bones feel only the lingering of illness now. all the toxins have gone, or almost. still a taste of insipid infection in my throat and a dry cough. fret about smoking and wonder if i can ever stop. get up and take my dog with me into the shower. an hour later she's still shivering and i am the enemy. i cover her with blankets and rub her all over. she sleeps. i think about omaha and injustice and kids and teaching and questions, endless questions, and what can i do, how can i be in a way that will change things. who am i to make the world a better place? only a girl, one with candleflames dancing in her heart.