Brother Palimpsest

Leigh Raiford
Handbook for Grief
Published in
1 min readJul 16, 2020

After you were gone, I found you in the noise and exhaust at the entrance to the Lincoln Tunnel. An urban offering that your fellow nite owl had left for the rest of us to find. A clue. A scavenger hunt. And by the time I found you, you were already fading, palimpsest.

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