For two months I grabbed my new role in psychiatry. This is no small feat. I dream at night regularly. I leave work thinking about it for hours. I am questioning at any time. It does not appear free from custody. All this is unusual for me. So my inspiration of the moment revolves around what I saw there. For now I can not write to c it said, as if my stories usually a little flower, a little blue were a little ridiculous ... Not even true! I I love the little stories, they feed the little one in me. I will continue ... But when inspiration will come back ...
For now, I invite you to read "The handbags red" on chronic nurses. I
behind you, I run!
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