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“He knew me as one knows the seasons, knows the tide. Knew me like the smell of smoke, knew what I was, and what I wanted.”

— Hannah Kent, Burial Rights

I perhaps should have posted this on Halloween but it slipped my mind. And I was further occupied anyway.

There are a great many things I know I want to say that are right at the tip of my tongue but not sure now is a good time to express any of these sentiments or just how carefully I will be able to word any of it.

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