Teddy Dondanville

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The sight and smell of food evoke a nausea in me kin to that of a greenhorn seaman. I drunkenly sway and stumble my way through my day. In and out of sleep. My body is sick.   Days turn into weeks. I watch the food enter me and then feel it leave me. Void of the nutrients that keep my vibrant, I lose my luster. My body is fighting.   Slowly… Read More