This is my Therapy

The Therapist's Room

By Teena Quinn Published about 13 hours ago • 1 min read

Photo by Jason Leung on Unsplash

Warm chick on my palm

Dog nose fogs the incubator

Peck, my finger again

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Teena Quinn

Counsellor, writer, MS & Graves warrior. I write about healing, grief and hope. Lover of animals, my son and grandson, and grateful to my best friend for surviving my antics and holding me up, when I trip, which is often

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Latisha Jeanabout 8 hours ago
Cute T x

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