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Begin here. I set my thermostat to 82 degrees, and listen to my daughter breathe at night.
It is an odd thing to miss you. The stillness that I feel inside myself has a quality that I cannot name. Now it’s bitter. Now it’s sweet. The taste is all iron and cardamom deep inside my mouth.
It’s been a strange year.
All summer long, I drank and drank. And drank. T…
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