You could call her mind or spirit or medicine or intelligence or placebo. You could rationalize, reduce and explain her away. But she held me. She held my hand and walked with me, showed me things, encouraged me, and explained without having to use words. She smiled into me with such tenderness. She loved me. And she loved me without judgment or expectation. I mean me and not some projection. I remember later laying down to sleep with a contented smile inside. Weightless. Without worry. Without pain or sorrow or grief or anger. I slept the sleep of a child warm and safe and loved.
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