I got a piece of my friend today. It came in the mail disguised as a book of poetry with her name on the cover. When it arrived, I ripped open the envelope with excitement. I jumped in, right into the center, like jumping off a rock into a deep pool of water. It was probably the wrong way to begin. I’m guessing the order of the poems was painstakingly chosen. In any creative work you give birth to, every particle of the thing matters. But I jumped in.
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