Rapid Recovery

The poetry of rapid recovery is a beautiful bruised sky aching outside your window. A deep spreading purple-redness asking for attention. But by the time you fetch a washcloth packed with ice it has already healed and is dressed in hot pink, startling the far trees on the hill into suddenly striking silhouette.

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