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“I would listen to a bird cry, or the cat and the dog scratching around. In those moments I felt like a giant ear.”

wow I am so amazed and so upset it took me 6 years to finally read this. masterful.

After work, if Antoinette came too, we would find ourselves walking next to the cold black river, following it to the black lake, sometimes stopping to throw crumbs for the birds. Two figures on a canvas. I saw us in that way.

"I want a bathing suit," she said one evening. I don't like to hear a person's voice during this kind of moment.

It's strange being alone again. In the afternoons there's a spaciousness larger than I've ever wanted. I had a husband and I left him; I wonder how he is. Now I have writing, but I also have too much of my own self. I am stalking my own soul.

Wilding out tonight and doing a quick reread!