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Hi Hidden Friend & best of luck to you as you come out of the hospital. Take it easy & be kind to yourself. Sounds like you have good friends!!!
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Dixie
I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams. 
W.B. Yeats (1865–1939)
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