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Losing the battle against pain
fatigue stops another attempt to
seek redress, the potato dish is
taking effect
A dish prepared with so much love
by hubby - yet it makes me ill, love
never guarantees success, wisdom
is needed
To keep us safe, a balance between
what we need and what we desire can
make life almost unbearable, I need
plain food
But desire culinary delights, wish to
placate his insistence to cook in an
inspired way, blocking innovation
with symptoms
Makes him sad, frustration with constraints
makes him angry, balance between feeling
well and suffering requires strict weighing
of interests
Today I lost, tomorrow - the game
begins again…
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