The guy who sat down beside me noticed my shirt and said, "Hey, are you a cyclist?" "I like to ride bikes, but I wouldn't call myself a cyclist," I said. "I'm nowhere near that good." "Still," he said.
All that was dear to me, down below the sea I cannot hold this piece of driftwood When life abandons me Liz, a patient at the Sobell House hospice, 2013 In palliative care, when clients and their therapists