She visits when I hurt.

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Sometimes at other times.  But if I hurt myself, or should have, she almost always appears.  As with ravens.  I don't think I saw a raven this time, must not have gotten close enough?  But her?  Yes.  She is here.  I don't know if she is here to offer comfort, to remind me what real pain is, to show me a way out... a way I can't find, or... for some other reason.


She makes it difficult to sleep.  Still not sure I believe she was, then again, I'm not sure I am alive.

I'll... try to get to bed.  Good night, and day, again.