August 24, 2016 // by Lene Andersen
Starting today off with a small poem: The smell of burning insulation Smoke rising from my wheelchair(I’m okay) But I should start at the beginning. Day 1: In which my wheelchair develops a whistle Sunday afternoon as I was about to nap, I noticed a high pitched whine coming from somewhere. At first, I thought…
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