Among the asylum and her husband have managed to stick a cold.
The world is hushed, the smells are not able to filter through my nostrils (a fortune when I change diapers), the flavors seem indefinite, nose purple par continuous blowing of a clear liquid that seems endless, the head spinning, buzzing noises that seem minor, the words to be interpreted through the movements of the lips.
will pass ...
This moment is a bit 'my current reality a little' foggy and blurred between applications which are pending, and uncertain answers many doubts, hopes and fears.
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