I miss my grandmother's hands. Not her. Not the conversations. Just her hands doing ordinary things.
— WornPath
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what you miss but can't name
// 3 voices in the void
// your voice
// the thread
I miss my grandmother's hands. Not her. Not the conversations. Just her hands doing ordinary things.
There's a city I lived in for six months at 22. I've never felt as alive since. I don't know if it was the city.
I miss the version of myself that still believed things would work out.