Over a period of 7 days she sent many flowers to my mailbox. And then, after a one-year interlude, I unsorted a bunch of crumpled notes that had come with the flowers. The notes were generic but reflective. In one in particular, she described a significant experience that happened in the past year. Her face was kissed for no less reverence than a heart-sick Syrian bowl.
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