I headed up north, and I though of you. I though how I would get close, but not really and I was surprised that the sun was still up while my mind was winding down, down down away from the drama, my friends and their emotions bouncing in waves on to me, making me uncomfortable. I thought perhaps if I stretched my hand out from Healy and you stretched yours from Barrow, in some cosmic plane we would meet up and not feel so alone – perhaps Barrow would become bearable if only for a moment.
And then I fell and sprained my ankle.
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