Because I don't want to believe it, or feel it.
My mother died last Friday.
This seems to be the exclamation point on a difficult summer, which began with, and then filled with death.
So, since April, that has been where I have been, and I imagine, where I will stay for awhile.
I am encased and separated from my interactions with others, living in a separate reality and removed from life, and what I experience as life-giving.
I am actually thanking God for this protection.
This Is What I Look Like
And This Is What I Look Like When Writing
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