On Muscle Memory, Grief, & the Rhythms that Ground Us
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THE INVITATION “Do you want to go on an adventure with me?” His question hung like a held breath in the space between us. We lay beneath the sheets in the privacy of our bedroom on a warm summer night, the luminous glow of our cell phone screens awaiting our final electronic signatures on a contract for a house—a house that was two hours by car, and yet somehow a world away.
On Muscle Memory, Grief, & the Rhythms that Ground Us
On Muscle Memory, Grief, & the Rhythms that…
On Muscle Memory, Grief, & the Rhythms that Ground Us
THE INVITATION “Do you want to go on an adventure with me?” His question hung like a held breath in the space between us. We lay beneath the sheets in the privacy of our bedroom on a warm summer night, the luminous glow of our cell phone screens awaiting our final electronic signatures on a contract for a house—a house that was two hours by car, and yet somehow a world away.