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“Everything is infected with brightness, throbbing with it, and she prays for dark the way a wanderer lost in the desert prays for water. The world is every bit as barren of darkness as a desert is of water. There is no dark in the shuttered room, no dark behind her eyelids.” ~ Michael Cunningham, from The Hours
My Migraine Brain Monday evening, cloudy, 55 degrees. April Fool! I wish . . . Years ago I created an image that I called “My Migraine Brain.” Of course, that image is on a hard drive s…