"I waited for dawn, but only because I had forgotten how hard mornings were. For a second I'd be normal. Then came the dim awareness of something off, ...
The mystery of death, the riddle of how you could speak to someone and see them every day and then never again, was so impossible to fathom that of course we kept trying to figure it out, even when we were unconscious.
Photo by Ákos Szabó
Photo by Ian Turnell
The mystery of death, the riddle of how you could speak to someone and see them every day and then n...
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