Only gratitude will be gushing from it.

My kid sister and me, in our father’s clothes. Nicole Krauss made this back in the Pleistocene of our friendship. The Brodsky quote – despite a year too often darkened by the sadness, madness, sickness, and/or death of those I love – still holds.*

*Indeed, having recently had dirt crammed down my throat, I can attest: even after.

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