tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6296096399220838318.post1966895839210929147..comments2024-02-05T12:20:34.082-08:00Comments on A Tidings of Magpies: The Copious DarkAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15238905633085051322noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6296096399220838318.post-57342859586158356852009-07-15T15:59:43.078-07:002009-07-15T15:59:43.078-07:00That poem just keeps opening more spaces and more ...That poem just keeps opening more spaces and more spaces. The light at the end is like a slap - such a contrast!Mary Ellenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06476814211173076515noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6296096399220838318.post-45779670225656549422009-07-15T07:59:50.617-07:002009-07-15T07:59:50.617-07:00When I would arrive for my 7 AM shift in the ICU, ...When I would arrive for my 7 AM shift in the ICU, I'd look up at the windows to see what kind of night the midnight shift had. If it looked relatively dark, it wasn't so bad. If it was lit up in certain areas, I knew it was going to be a busy day. Hospitals sometimes sleep, but not always; especially in ICUs.Rudeehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17889298704039071473noreply@blogger.com