This is the worst thing I'll have to write on this blog... I’ve been debating with myself this week about this post. In the end, I need to say something. Amie, who contributed to LI and whose friendship over the last four years has been one of the important things in my life – Amie died in September. I learned this at the beginning of the week, and I am still in shock. Supposedly you can tell the weather of centuries ago by sawing down a tree and examining the tree rings – they register all the disasters. I feel like some similar organic disturbance has happened in me since I received word of her death. If you saw me in half fifty years from now and examined the innards, surely some mark, some trace – Amie would love the word trace – will make it obvious that something happened Christmas week, 2010. I can’t accept her death. Not when, after all the storms she had passed through, she was finally entering into the sweetness of life. I can’t accept this flaw in the structure of the u
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