Ok. I’m crying now, damn it.
Ré Harris , I wish I could take your inner baby to the park to feed the ducks (duck food, of course, no bread). I wish I could magically appear when someone is giving you shit and have your back. I wish I could be there when you’re feeling low to hold up a mirror and show you how kind, thoughtful, sensitive, measured, clear-thinking, art-filled and aristocratic you are. Yes, you are. You are like a queen walking among us. Most of all, I wish I could make it all go away.