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Currently, it's partly sunny (half full) here in Providence, 75˚F.

By now, subscribers should have Sirenia Digest No. 138. It just went out.

And today is the twenty-second anniversary of Elizabeth's suicide. Some years it passes fairly painlessly. But this year it was like hitting a brick wall. Twenty-two years. I was living in the Carriage House in Athens, Georgia. I had only one short story in print ("Peresephone"). When she died, I was actually in New Orleans, and...never mind.

Aunt Beast

10:37 a.m.


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Michael Norwitz
Aug. 3rd, 2017 04:47 pm (UTC)
That's a lovely photo.

I lost a chosen sister this way, and I still speak to her every day in my head.
Aug. 4th, 2017 01:19 am (UTC)
The candles are westward here.
Aug. 4th, 2017 07:29 am (UTC)
Sending you love---it's very hard to lose good friends. I don't think it gets easier. I don't think it's supposed to.
Kiki Lang
Aug. 4th, 2017 02:23 pm (UTC)
My sympathies.
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