Ben and I went to see Mum in the Heath Hospital yesterday.
Because I am so puerile, cyntedd, which is apparently Welsh for concourse, is my new favourite word.
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I wait patiently, with no urgency. I have been granted all the time there is. I do not try to make anything of what I see. I hold no expectation or assumption that I know anything at all.
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