The toadstool is tiny because J doesn’t know the dose yet, and anyway I have work in the morning. I chew and swallow, the bitterness lodging in my teeth. It’s snowing, and J and I are going for a nice long walk.
We’re just about to start bundling up when I remember. It’s like being in a car crash: knowing many things at once; the desperate wish to undo;…
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Published on March 06, 2023 15:14