Lately, I have been diving into tender moments with the dead.
“Bob loved stinging nettles -- eating them, wearing them, fertilizing them, everything except being repeatedly stung by them.” — Ken Simons, Bob’s Brother.
There has been a space of grief I have been excavating for the past couple years that came in time with meeting my partner. The moment I fe…
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