Inadequate as I am to properly articulate what loss feels like, I turn to the poets. So in the words Edna St. Vincent Millay, “Where you used to be, there is a hole in the world, which I find myself constantly walking around in the daytime, and falling in at night. I miss you like hell.” I am, of course, talking about…
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