I forget, sometimes, when I can only hear his voice, exactly how big Ellis is. He is a mountain of a man but the gentlest soul I’ve ever met. And he’s… I blow out a slow breath. He’s beautiful; I can’t even deny that. He’s lovely in the way the natural world is lovely. Imperfect but vital. Roughly hewn and uniquely himself. He’s just… Ellis. He’s my Ellis.
