December 2, 2020 | Nonfiction
I am writing you now from a city we scored with nomadic walking fourteen months ago. During that trip I had been ill.
i got rid of my pack rat tendencies
and spread all the feathers
When I heard the name, I was sure it held a deeper meaning. No, she said, laughing... She explained that the knot combines the features of a reef knot, a thief knot, and a granny knot. It’s a portmanteau, not a metaphor. Grief has no meaning, she said.