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Jen R.
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Travelers between worlds are mute; they cannot tell us what they know. The language of the other element is untranslatable
— Sep 27, 2026 04:35AM
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Jen R.
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To be of the coast, a mer-being, is to partake of the liminal, that watery zone of possibility where one thing becomes another, where the rules of one world are suspended as we enter into the next. The coast is the shifting zone of change and transformation. A coast is not a line really but a borderland, site of a continual conversation between elements which transforms both.
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Jen R.
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…he lived firmly in his desires. .. it wasn’t about me. It was about Wally’s way of loving the world. .. his desire wasn't about possession, and his inability to fulfill it wasn't an issue; it was to be in a state of wanting, to be still desiring beauty and grace and sexiness and joy. It was the wanting itself that mattered.
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Jen R.
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I came, after a while, to seek the images of comfort and challenge and transformation in art.
My mother, with her love of painting and music and beauty, had helped me to look there, but I think I understood intuitively that there was no sustenance for me in the religion of explanation and prohibition.
— Sep 27, 2026 04:16AM
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My mother, with her love of painting and music and beauty, had helped me to look there, but I think I understood intuitively that there was no sustenance for me in the religion of explanation and prohibition.
Jen R.
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Mourning contracts the eye like a camera lens in strong light; the aperture of the soul shrinks to a tiny pinpoint which admits only grief.
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I am talking near the edge of the unsayable, at the difficult intersection of what I can feel but barely say.
— Sep 25, 2026 03:22AM
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I am talking near the edge of the unsayable, at the difficult intersection of what I can feel but barely say.
Jen R.
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A name, after all, stripped of contexts, is only a name. Lists of them, like the ones read at ceremonies around the Quilt, remind us of enormity, scale, the legions of the dead. Details, stories, remind us of the particular loved body and being of X and Y or- say it -W.
— Sep 25, 2026 03:18AM
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I see a little more broadly than the man who wrote these pages, adrift in the sea-swirl of shock and loss. But something's gained by allowing the voice of those hours, the long days of new mourning, to have its say.
(from the preface)
— Sep 25, 2026 03:15AM
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(from the preface)
