I wish for the impossible, for the faraway lifetime that ended years ago. I wish that the earth, soft with winter rain, would feel your feet — wide and solid — walk again through our garden. And that you would gather winter squash as you did before. I wish for one more brightly-lit dinner around…
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A most terrible moment I was putting on my running shoes on a November morning. I received a text with impossible words. She’s dead. This is followed by, This is all on you. sheisdead.sheisdead.sheisdead. This reverberates in my head. I am not able to make sense of the words – they run into each other…
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