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Why are you calling me? Couldn’t you just text whatever you need to say? What kind of millennial are you? We’re supposed to be afraid of calling people.”
“Paul really likes the TikTok?” “He’s been calling it a Tic Tac, but yeah, he’s into it.”
A star winks down at me. Realistically I know it’s probably a plane, but I look for her everywhere, always.
He tosses me a wink that I catch in the air and pretend to flick out the window, but that only amuses him further, his dimple carving deep into his cheek.
If everything else is temporary, at least the grief that clutches at me is, too. I let it wash over me so I can cling to the peace that follows.
It’s what’s always drawn me to art; that it can be simultaneously so personal and so intensely universal.
