I came into the health clinic to pack up the display. Again, the waiting room was pretty much empty. It was kind of sad to throw the poetry into a tote bag and be done. I asked the lady behind the desk to call down my contact - she was kind of annoyed that I hadn't gone to reception but obliged. Deanna gave me the camera, which is full - I can't wait to develop the pictures. The notebook has been stolen for a second time --!!
The poetry on the board is markedly hopeful:
beneath her beautiful heart know that
always trust in romance
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