“I crawl like a snail”

She was saying after some time in her bed, when trying to move, with some difficulties and some pain.
But yet she was moving and she wasn’t complaining. Just shutting wide her eyes, when one was helping her getting up, or swearing if we helped her awkwardly.
She crawled like a snail.
But she did not stop.
I didn’t expect she could stop. I didn’t want to.


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