no one will ever understand what you and I have: our hardened hands, our sanctuaries of resilience, our inseparable selves.
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In which you ask me what I've been up to and I literally do not know except that it has been such marvellous chaos
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a few words to the grandpapa I never had the chance to meet but know fully in my heart.
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London-bound, long time no see
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very much still here and tentatively broaching what's next.
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equal parts lament and love letter: a first attempt at returning to Origin City.
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hello, long time no write, how are you?
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acts of small recollection and learning to hold on tight.
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punching at memory foam and the time it is taking to get from here to there.
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from winter to winter: paying homage to interior spaces and our attempts at makeshift permanence amidst chaos and grief.
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reaching for the heart of this city
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on retreat: private indulgence or public display? some accumulated thoughts on the month that goes from quiet to commotion.
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