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Two propositions on relation:
For what you say to me is not finished within my thought or memory, but you grow there and change, the way a shadow extends as light passes over it in Akashic emptiness.
You grow through what I have to say to you, as a tree grows up through space, then what I have to say changes.
That’s why we need the identity of our physical forms.
–Mei-Mei Berrsenbrugge, “Glitter”
One of you is gone, but the relationship isn’t over.
– 2nd-hand grief advice from Andrew Rippeon
