Illness appears suddenly on the inside of your skin. It happens so quickly you barely recognize it in the dizziness when you stand. I tried to run along the river, long steps in cool air but when I stopped for air there was no room left in my lungs. The hours whiled away.
The greatest grace of disease is that it renders us too tired to think of how useless we are with all this time.
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