The latest scans show no disease progression. Steady as she goes.

And here it is, late November, and we’re going to put up the tree. Each ornament a memory.

Some lingering. Some old.

Where last year I didn’t think I’d live, and now the miracle of being here again.

Rivers ongoing.

Somehow a home to return to.  Somehow the sounds of living.

Why am I not astonished?

Refrigerator hum. A car riding by.

The clock ticks, it’s winter, all day

I will remember these things.

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