most of this mourning, for me anyway, was spent behind some sort of screen that made all interaction take on a muffled quality, as though happening several rooms over even though it played out in front of me. i watched through a veil of fuzz, tried to piece words together that slid through and struggled through the mourning, despite waking up with
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