I write this morning looking back on a half dozen years dominated by the ending of life among friends to begin life among strangers far away; from a place that is still home to me in name only—those same years past focused where we could not see but must go; years that left less of her and so also less of us, behind and ahead. In this year’s-long span of change of person, personhood and place, I have been the recipient and bearer of emotions by …
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