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I sang for David then. I've always felt as if what came from my throat and lips was not mine, like I was stealing rather than producing something. This body was mine - <...> the lips and the softening of my tongue that shaped the sound - but what left me, ringing through the crown of my head so my skull felt more bell than corporeal, flooding my ears' timpani, vibrating through my nose, wasn't my own.
— Feb 20, 2026 09:25AM
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If cooking is a funeral, eating is its burial, grace, eulogy.
— Feb 23, 2026 09:42AM
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I thought of him in the way you do when you're young: in the mornings, lying in bed listening to the songbirds, sheets tangled around my legs; when I stood in the kitchen watching the kettle, waiting for it to boil; when I was pruning, grafting, staking, and guying the fruit trees; after work, walking to the streambed and listening to the spring peepers; sitting on our porch <...>. As in, always.
— Feb 20, 2026 09:27AM
