We’re in the ward where you don’t rush. Shaky, learning to walk the line again, midlife. Someone’s one good hand propels a wheelchair along a sigmoidal path.
what is this feeling
what is the name for
how did I get here
This quiet work, counting slow laps down and back through the long hall. A secular prayer, mouthed in a secular chapel — an island where a stranger helps a stranger build an altar to life
out of air.
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