You stand naked and cold within the
snowstorm, knee deep in the snow. You must keep trudging along in the
snow, otherwise the snowflakes will cover you completely. Snowflakes even land
on your eyelashes and you blink them away. Cold weariness infects your every
movement.
Parkinson’s continues to fall as if
from the sky and lays heavy on everything…
Now if we can just find the snow blower and a cup of hot chocolate....
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