I was on the ferry, leaving for my Grandmother’s funeral, distanced from my feelings entirely, on a tightrope I didn’t know I was walking. “What kind of green would you say that is?” “I’m Sorry?”[…]
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I was on the ferry, leaving for my Grandmother’s funeral, distanced from my feelings entirely, on a tightrope I didn’t know I was walking. “What kind of green would you say that is?” “I’m Sorry?”[…]