Hospital Life plays hide and seek in these shroud white corridors, skydiving through the fingers of the men and women in scrubs They diagnose its mood on sight as it travels past in a blur like scenery through a rainy car window Sometimes life is in and out, like a hungry family arriving at the drive through Sometimes life vacillates, wandering the wards and posing like The Thinker And sometimes life is water through a sieve only stopping by on its way to a better world. — Sarah-Kate Simons, Homeschooled
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