Part III: A handful of glitter
I honestly don’t recall what our early exchanges were about. I know that the later ones were often quick exchanges about grief precipitated by something I had seen, read, or heard. Lyrics from a song. Quotes. Things which, to me, just telegraphed an understanding.
Our conversations were episodic and usually brief. We went stretches without talking. I pai…
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