“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.