Morphine and cookies

What was your easter like?
Colored eggs, children dressed in easter best, ham and chocolate?
Mine was spend alone in a Brazilian hospital on morphine eating cookes in a dark surreal place as I was recovering from 3 broken bones in my ankle due to a Jeep trip gone wrong in the mountains. Does anyone really love or care, at times I wonder?

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