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At these times I found myself watching you, remembering the heat of your hand around mine, thinking of all the obvious ways two people might drive away the cold.

Your every gesture is an elegy. All the ordinary, unscripted labor of the road-tending the tack, skinning the kill, striking the flint, burying the offal-is lost to me, drowned by the bright lights of the stage.”