Dear Wigleaf, I write to you from other people's dreams. In them, I am sad, I am lost. They wake worried about me. My sister texts, are you okay? My mother calls, says she dreamed she'd lost me, kept telling people, "I can't find my daughter." I don't have a daughter so I can never lose one. But there are other kinds of losing, and missing, and my heart is full with their absence. xx, g - - -
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