as i sit here absorbing the death of the woman who created one of my dearest friends,
i find that the vocabulary i have, and the education i have, are failing me miserably.
I have lit a single candle, that burns brightly in my window.
I’m sending what energy i can spare to hrishi, but i wish there
were more i could do.
rest in peace dear lady,
and hang in there my friend.
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