How happy I was
If ever I forget
To remember how sad I am
Would be an easy adversity
But the recollecting of bloom
Keeps making November difficult
Till I who was almost bold
Lose my way
like a little Child
And perish of the cold.
– Emily Dickinson
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I manage a web-site, Chronic Pain Daily Reflections.com, created for and in support of those living in chronic pain. The site helps with the day-to-day spiritual, mental, emotional and physical needs of those with constant pain, whatever its source.
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