Everything You’ve Lost Is Waiting for You

This isn’t the story I meant to write

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It starts with a death, and goes downhill from there

The story I wanted to tell could begin there, outside the stone church where a small crowd had gathered. Inside, a wooden box held the cold bones of a woman I loved, a woman I still love, already shedding weight, already devoid of heat. The…