Grief. A day of mourning.
I received a message of condolence from an old friend in Budapest. All the way from Hungary, she felt my hurt, my disbelief.
I feel empty of words tonight.
Lately I’ve had this recurring thought, that this blog project has been one long exercise in clearing my throat. I know who I am. I am not afraid to raise my voice. And all this work, it has a purpose.
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