I am realizing I'm taking a big, deep, full breath of my former lives on this great American od(d)yssey. I've changed, we changed, they've changed, the place has changed, America has changed, babies grew up, were born, relationships ended, began, snagged, started over, died, reignited. And sometimes we all skip a beat. A reference, lost. The frame, on a strange angle. The strange familiar. After four years away, I felt compelled to make this arc across friendships & time zones. A very fragile, tender thing to do, to see and be seen in various fragments / moments of strength and vulnerability.
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