from a lovely patient at work who didn't speak much English.
There was lots of nodding and smiling and hugging when she handed these over. Part of what is draining about my job as a nurse is the need to be open in vast range of potentially painful and difficult experiences. But that is what makes it so deeply satisfying when it works and I make a sweet connection.
These smell like cinnamon and jasmine; I could eat them up.
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