Blackbird

February 22, 2018

We played "Blackbird" by the Beatles on the bus ride back to the hospital.

And in that moment, we were more than just "sick.

We were alive-

and maybe a bit broken.

But in that moment

In that moment we were whole again

-Erica Marie Roach

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