19 Mar 2022

As we wind along the highways of Pennsylvania I trigger incremental self-doubts (I am not worthy, I should be fretting). You place a hand on my thigh, squeezing, affirming that we are here and now and nowhere else. We will arrive in one piece.

A man in a turquoise jacket stands in front of a mill along a small river, a red slanted roof building in the background. He holds a plastic to go cup.

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