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Still think of you all the time, French. Lately, a lot.

Someone else has your garden now. I’ve been gone over a year. I left them a note about you on the chalkboard and sent a link to this site so they’d know you. But the site was so broken, and hadn’t been updated. Pretty much a ghost ship. How symbolic. Today I fixed it (a little) and thought about the garden.

You’re gone, Saffy’s gone and Zoe’s gone. I haven’t made it through her death entirely yet. I miss you all. That was a magical time. Even though it was brief, it was real.

Lots of love.