Every person
knows exactly where
his heart is and
Van Gogh kept
his intact.


The Fibromyalgian's dealings with the disorder, and with the medical establishment that doesn’t know more about it than a patient with Internet access. Plus essays on just about anything.
Posted by
Andy Rooney
at
8:33 PM
Labels: art, fibromyalgian, painting, poetry, post-impressionism, van gogh, vincent
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