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I hate being silent, my largest fear being that I get caught out for what I didn’t say. I’d much rather say a lot, in the hopes that some of it lands — or is true — then hold my breath until I have something relevant to say.

I hope you take my lack of further communication/acknowledgment, as something short of a supreme feat in restraint — through my tired soul I can barely sink my teeth in or properly taste your words, let alone respond with something equal — the powerful temptation is there to produce a faux response.

Soon though, okay?