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<p>All,</p>
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<p>Thank you all so much for the birthday wishes. I was caught off guard when I first received Codrin#Castor’s. Clearly I’ve forgotten to keep track of the non-Artemisian dates. It felt a little silly, too, getting a birthday greeting from someone I used to be, but then, we’ve diverged plenty by now. That, and it reminded me a little of my place in the whole grand scheme of things. I was born back on <em>Earth</em> almost <em>150 years ago!</em> It’s staggering, the scale of all of this. Billions of kilometers, decades and decades, it’s enough to make one feel insignificant, and yet still significant to someone out there.</p>
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<p>Thank you all so much for the birthday wishes. I was caught off guard when I first received Codrin#Castor’s. Clearly I’ve forgotten to keep track of the non-Artemisian dates. It felt a little silly, too, getting a birthday greeting from someone I used to be, but then, we’ve diverged plenty by now. That, and it reminded me a little of my place in the whole grand scheme of things. I was born back on <em>Earth</em> almost <em>150 years ago!</em> It’s staggering, the scale of all of this. Billions of kilometers, decades and decades, it’s enough to make one feel insignificant, and yet I’m still significant to someone out there.</p>
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<p>Of course, that meant I got Ioan’s a few weeks later, and then Codrin#Pollux’s a few weeks after that. It was a delightful set of letters, and the pictures you each sent along are all wonderful. I’m glad to see they got at least still images working across all three Systems now. Are they still worried about bandwidth for audio and video?</p>
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<p>It’s really interesting seeing the ways in which you’ve all changed, and how that differs from my memories and imaginings. Ioan’s as calm and pleasant as I remember, but somehow more…I don’t know, attentive? Present? I don’t know quite how to put it. My memories are of being all caught up in my internal life and somewhat distant from those around me.</p>
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<p>And all of your partners! Goodness! May Then My Name looks as happy as ever, and I was pleased to see both instances of Dear looking appropriately smug, though even it has diverged, both from my memories and the two instances from each other. My memories are of it being a slight critter, and Dear#Castor is still quite slender, though not nearly so waifish as I’d been picturing, but Dear#Pollux has filled out a bit. It looks good!</p>
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<p>I’m not really sure what I was expecting about Sasha. All I’d really pictured was someone looking essentially like May Then My Name but spotted. I was picturing spots like one might see on a leopard, though of course that wouldn’t make sense with such long fur. She looks very pretty, though, and certainly plenty happy with Aurel! The Odists all seem to wear their emotions on their sleeves, don’t they? I’ll admit that seeing May Then My Name looking so happy with someone with so much of True Name in her in her life is still a little surprising, but I’m pleased all the same.</p>
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<p>It’s really interesting seeing the ways in which you’ve all changed, and how that differs from my memories and imaginings. Ioan’s as calm and pleasant as I remember, but somehow more…I don’t know, attentive? Present? I don’t know quite how to put it. My memories are of being all caught up in my internal life and somewhat distant from those around me, whereas ey seems to have come down out of eir head.</p>
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<p>And all of your partners! Goodness! May Then My Name looks as adorable as ever, and I was pleased to see both instances of Dear looking appropriately smug, though even it has diverged, both from my memories of it and the two instances from each other. I remember it being a slight critter, and Dear#Castor is still quite slender, though not nearly so waifish as I’d been picturing, but Dear#Pollux has filled out a bit. It looks good!</p>
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<p>I’m not really sure what I was expecting about Sasha. All I’d really pictured was someone looking essentially like May Then My Name but spotted. I guess I was picturing spots like one might see on a leopard, though of course that wouldn’t make sense with such long fur. She looks very pretty, though, and certainly plenty happy with Aurel! The Odists all seem to wear their emotions on their sleeves, don’t they? I’ll admit that seeing May Then My Name looking so happy with someone with so much of True Name in her in her life — holding paws, no less! — is still a little surprising, but I’m pleased all the same.</p>
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<p>Life here continues much as it has, otherwise. I’ve fallen into a steady routine that doesn’t feel all that different from the one I had before Dear’s introduction…God, was it really almost fifty years ago? I’ve built myself a sim that’s sort of like a comfortable mix between Serene’s prairie and Ioan’s house. The house itself is comfortable and familiar, and the prairie gives me room to walk and just enjoy the wide open spaces that I remember.</p>
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<p>The days are much the same, too. I spent my time writing and working on this or that — though rather than research projects, I’m working with individuals — drink more coffee than I ought, eat simply, sleep in silence. Once I found the rhythm again, it was easy to slip back into that life, and for that, it’s all the more comfortable, especially in what might otherwise be an overwhelmingly strange place.</p>
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<p>I’ve attached a picture from a recent get-together of the emissaries. We all get dinner<sup id="fnref:firstracers"><a class="footnote-ref" href="#fn:firstracers">1</a></sup> on the anniversary of the convergence, and since the tech is all there now, we figured we’d get a picture to send back for everyone’s enjoyment and also any additions to the <em>History</em> that might be forthcoming, whether by the Bălans or someone else. We all raised a toast to True Name and Answers Will Not Help. Perhaps those on Castor will be able to get a similar picture with them included.</p>
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<p>The days are much the same, too. I spend my time writing and working on this or that — though rather than research projects, I’m working with individuals. I drink more coffee than I ought, eat simply, sleep in silence. Once I found the rhythm again, it was easy to slip back into that life, and for that, it’s all the more comfortable, especially in what might otherwise be an overwhelmingly strange place.</p>
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<p>I’ve attached a picture from a recent get-together of the emissaries. We all get dinner<sup id="fnref:firstracers"><a class="footnote-ref" href="#fn:firstracers">1</a></sup> on the anniversary of the convergence, and since the tech is all there now, we figured we’d get a picture to send back for everyone’s enjoyment and also any additions to the <em>History</em> that might be forthcoming, whether by the Bălans or someone else. We all raised a toast to True Name and Answers Will Not Help. Perhaps those on Castor will be able to get a similar picture with them included, even if Iska won’t be present.</p>
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<p>Since I didn’t think to do so in time, happy belated birthday, all of you.</p>
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<p>All my love to you and yours.</p>
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<p>Sorina Bălan</p>
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<p>systime 232 (2356)</p>
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<p>All,</p>
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<p>You’ll have to forgive a rather rambly sort of letter, as it’s currently being co-written by two Bălans and two skunks. Aurel was just forked,<sup id="fnref:justforked"><a class="footnote-ref" href="#fn:justforked">1</a></sup> and the four of us are sitting out in Douglas’s field along with him, E.W., Debarre, and a few other friends after a small potluck of sorts. There wasn’t any real reason for the get-together other than it’s snowy at our sim, the skunks were whining, and it’s always nice here. What started as a plan for Ioan, May, Sasha, and Douglas having a picnic blossomed on a whim to something of a party.</p>
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<p>You’ll have to forgive a rather rambly sort of letter, as it’s currently being co-written by two Bălans and two skunks. Aurel was just forked,<sup id="fnref:justforked"><a class="footnote-ref" href="#fn:justforked">1</a></sup> and the four of us are sitting out in Douglas’s field along with him, E.W., Debarre, and a few other friends after having a small potluck of sorts. There wasn’t any real reason for the get-together other than it’s snowy at our sim, the skunks were whining, and it’s always nice here. What started as a plan for Ioan, May, Sasha, and Douglas having a picnic blossomed on a whim to something of a party.</p>
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<p>As parties go, it’s been a very laid back one. We all brought some food along with us — the Bălans brought <em>musaca</em>, May Then My Name made a cake, Sasha brought few roast hares, and so on — and set set up some tables out back of Douglas’s house to eat.</p>
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<p>Not to be outdone, A Finger Pointing and Vos, one of the other techs from the theatre, set up a small bar where they started making outlandish cocktails based on what they thought each of us wanted, rather than anything we asked for. They’ve had about 70% hits, 30% misses, so far, which is pretty good, all told.<sup id="fnref:rambly"><a class="footnote-ref" href="#fn:rambly">2</a></sup> May currently has a drink that seems to be something between melted chocolate ice cream and brandy. It’s quite good, but so rich that we can all only handle small sips of it at a time. Ioan got stuck with a vodka and soda water. One of those “why bother?” drinks. Are the Bălans really so boring as to suggest vodka sodas?</p>
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<p>A Finger Pointing’s up-tree instance, Where It Watches The Slow Hours Progress, played a baffling…party trick on us earlier that I think some are still recovering from. She suggested we play “two truths and a lie with a twist” and, after May explained what “two truths and a lie” was, we all agreed.</p>
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<p>Unfortunately, the twist is that she went around and, for each of us, told us two things that will probably happen in the near future and one thing that definitely wouldn’t, then set us to discussing which of ours we thought was the lie. None of the things she said were all that big or prophetic, and certainly none were cruel or sad, but while the conversation that ensued was quite lively, it wasn’t exactly fun, either.</p>
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<p>She looked quite proud of herself. It was all very Odist.</p>
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<p>Marsh, Vos’s partner, broke the tension by singing a song while Douglas played along on flute. It was achingly beautiful and I think all of us have made a point to hunt them down for more music in the future. They also embody a lot of some vague gender thoughts that Ioan and Aurel have been talking about of late, so they’ll have some thinking to do.</p>
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<p>A Finger Pointing’s up-tree instance, Where It Watches The Slow Hours Progress, played a baffling…I guess party trick on us earlier that I think some are still recovering from. She suggested we play “two truths and a lie with a twist” and, after May explained what “two truths and a lie” was, we all agreed.</p>
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<p>Unfortunately, the twist was that she went around and, for each of us, told us two things that will probably happen in the near future and one thing that definitely wouldn’t, then set us to discussing which of ours we thought was the lie. None of the things she said were all that big or dramatic, and certainly none were cruel or sad, but while the conversation that ensued was quite lively, it wasn’t exactly fun, either.</p>
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<p>She looked quite proud of herself for that. It was all very Odist.</p>
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<p>Marsh, Vos’s partner, broke the tension by singing a song while Douglas played along on flute. It was achingly beautiful and I think all of us have made a point to hunt them down for more music in the future. They also embody a lot of vague gender thoughts that Ioan and Aurel have been talking about of late, so they’ll have some thinking to do.</p>
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<p>Debarre has promised us firework. He only really needs one to impress, so we’re all looking forward to it.</p>
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<p>Mostly, though, we’ve just been doing that sort of talking about the past where one of us will name the subject of a memory as though reading off the label on a file folder, and we will all smile and sigh, or groan and laugh, or roll our eyes. It was one of those discussions that didn’t need a whole lot of words, since it was all just a flow of shared memories passing back and forth.</p>
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<p>Partway through, Ioan suggested that we share more with the clade than just the big events and difficult emotions. More stuff like this. It’s a good day, today! Not special, just good. We should be able to share our everyday weal as well as our occasional woe.</p>
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<p>And, after all that the last decade has held for us, we really have wound up in a comfortable sort of happiness. It’s not perfect. We still run into crossed boundaries and areas of friction, we have our bad days and misunderstandings. There aren’t any aliens, though, and no one’s life is at risk if they enter a public sim. Not for the time being, at least. It’s nice to collect these quotidian happinesses, too, to enjoy them while they last. </p>
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<p>It’s getting dark now, and the singular firework is coming, so we should probably set this self-indulgent exercise aside for the time being. We’re going to write our own segments when we get home to attach to the end of this letter, but for now, we’re going to get another drink — this time of our choosing — and enjoy the rest of the night with friends.</p>
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<p>We hope that you all have the chance to enjoy your everyday happinesses, that you can have picnics that get out of hand, and that you can surround yourself with some really, truly strange friends.</p>
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<p>We hope that you all also have the chance to enjoy your everyday happinesses, that you can have picnics that get out of hand, and that you can surround yourself with some really, truly strange friends.</p>
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<p>With all the love in the world,</p>
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<p>May’s addendum:</p>
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<p>I do not know if it is strange of me to say “I am happy that we are fading into obscurity” or not.</p>
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<p>A part of me hopes that it is strange. That part hopes that we always find some small amount of wonder at the things that we did in this world, and that we were still somehow able to return to comfortable unimportance. It has been centuries since we were nobody.</p>
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<p>Us being what we are, this move towards irrelevance is an intentional one. It is not simply that we are done with our tasks, nor that we are no longer able to keep up, though there is still some truth to both of those. We are pushing ourselves back towards this nobodyness as both a way to finally take full and complete ownership of our lives and to relinquish the death-grip that we held on the past.</p>
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<p>Us being what we are, this move towards irrelevance is an intentional one. It is not simply that we are done with our tasks, nor that we are no longer able to keep up with the world around us, though there is still some truth to both of those. We are pushing ourselves back towards this nobodyness as both a way to finally take full and complete ownership of our lives and to relinquish the death-grip that we held on the past.</p>
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<p>Such grand statements! We will remain ourselves even into obscurity, I suppose.</p>
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<p>Imagine, though, the freedom that comes with being a nobody! If Ioan and I have a particularly good dinner, that is something that we can think about for <em>weeks.</em> It will be the biggest thing to happen to us in a month. We can talk about that cheesecake that we had years later, remembering just how perfect it was, how it was not simply cheesecake, but <strong>cheesecake</strong>. We can think back on that and sigh and then, as we did tonight, simply label that memory aloud and share a moment of happiness.</p>
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<p>Imagine, though, the freedom that comes with being a nobody! If Ioan and I have a particularly good dinner, that is something that we can think about for <em>weeks.</em> It will be the biggest thing to happen to us in a month. We can talk about that cheesecake that we had years later, remembering just how perfect it was, how it was not simply cheesecake, but <strong>cheesecake</strong>. We can think back on that, sigh, and then, as we did tonight, simply label that memory aloud and share a moment of happiness.</p>
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<p>The large becomes incomprehensible in such a life, and the small becomes important. Given that there is no shortage of small events worth remembering, well…a boring life is no bad thing.</p>
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<p>May your lives be occasionally boring in the best possible way. I love you all.</p>
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<p>I’ve just said goodnight to Ioan and May and closed the door between our places. Every time I rejoin Sasha, we take a week to ourselves. Just us. No shared dinners or going out together. It gives me a way to switch contexts from what I remember as Ioan into how I know to act around Sasha, and it gives her a week of slow reentry after however long alone (this last spell was about six months, which is on the long side for her, but you’ll see why in her message).</p>
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<p>We wrote about the very everydayness that we were finding enjoyable, such as the ability to just decide on a picnic on a whim and have it turn into a party. Well, one of the things that I enjoy about this time most of all is that Sasha and I spend this first week just focusing on domesticity. We cook every meal. We clean by hand. We go to bed at the same time, wake up at the same time, go for a walk at the same time every day. Settling into a routine with her feels like a clutch engaging, a mechanical clicking-into-place of realities such that, by the end of the week, I find myself sitting back and thinking, “Yes, good.”</p>
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<p>We wrote about the very everydayness that we were finding enjoyable, such as the ability to just decide on a picnic on a whim and have it turn into a party. Well, one of the things that I enjoy about this time most of all is that Sasha and I spend this first week just focusing on domesticity. We cook every meal. We clean by hand. We go to bed at the same time, wake up at the same time, go for a walk at the same time every day. Settling into a routine with her feels like a clutch engaging, a mechanical clicking-into-place of realities in some precise mechanism such that, by the end of the week, I find myself sitting back and thinking, “Yes, this is good.”</p>
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<p>It’s still so interesting to me to see the ways in which this sort of happiness differs from the happiness that I have with May as Ioan. Ioan and May move in a comfortable, complementary almost-lockstep. Their life is a dance. It has its rhythm and its steps, and yet it still has the creativity of the music of their temperaments laying beneath.</p>
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<p>Sasha and I have a life that is that mechanism with the clutch. It isn’t an impersonal machine, to be clear; a pipe organ, perhaps, or a loom. We move together in the ways that we must and with a sense of purpose that adds to our lives. On her end, I imagine that it comes from her memories from True Name, but on my end, I think it comes from the fact that, knowing we’ll part again after however many months, my purpose is our time together. There’s no point in staving off the day when I wake up alone; it will come when it comes. The purpose is to be present.</p>
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<p>Sasha and I have a life that is that mechanism with the clutch. It isn’t an impersonal machine; more like a pipe organ, perhaps, or a loom than an engine. A framework for beauty. We move together in the ways that we must and with a sense of purpose that adds to our lives. On her end, I imagine that it comes from the memories from True Name, but on my end, I think it comes from the fact that, knowing we’ll part again after however many months, my purpose is our time together. There’s no point in staving off the day when I wake up alone; it will come when it comes. The purpose is to be present.</p>
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<p>You’ll have to forgive me for being a bit mawkish. I always get like this when our relationship starts back up again. Add on the lingering alcohol, and, well, I’m not <em>not</em> crying.</p>
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<p>There is little else to add other than she finally talked her way into going back to striped skunk again. I think even Jonas and the rest of the eighth stanza was tired of her whining about being a spotted skunk. She still has a few limitations on how she should look, but I don’t think she wants to look like True Name anymore, anyway.</p>
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<p>There is little else to add other than she finally talked her way into going back to striped skunk again. I think even Jonas and the rest of the eighth stanza was tired of her whining about her species. She still has a few limitations on how she should look, but I don’t think she wants to look like True Name anymore, anyway.</p>
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<p>I’m going to go make hot cocoa while she finishes up her note like I promised I would. I miss you all dearly. Write soon. </p>
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<p>I am going to lead with business.</p>
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<p>I have attached two versions of the manuscript for <em>Ode</em>. One of these is for you all except for Dear, and one is for Dear alone. I have set visibility exceptions accordingly.</p>
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<p><em>Ode</em> is my attempt at a parallel telling of the story of the Ode clade in the Bălans’ <em>History</em>. I could not tell that story without telling the beginning, however, and telling the beginning of that story means naming someone who hasn’t been publicly named before.</p>
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<p>The two manuscripts are identical except that the version for Dear has all instance of the poet’s name replaced with ‘the poet’. I do not know what re-learning the name would do to it, if it would do anything, but I would rather that be its choice that it can approach intentionally rather than have it forced upon it by my inattentiveness.</p>
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<p>This project will not be released until systime 242 in order to provide the Ode clade sufficient time to prepare for the publication of the Name, as well as to give Jonas any time he needs to prepare for any political consequences. I have done my bet to tell the story straight and have held back things that I know he would object to seeing published. I do not want any more assassins after me.</p>
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<p>I am not worried, though. True Name#Castor is firmly on my side and is slowly convincing True Name#Pollux, and they are working on a solution to getting this into both In Dreams and Hammered Silver’s hands. I will not be the one to break that particular embargo.</p>
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<p>This project will not be released until systime 242 in order to provide the Ode clade sufficient time to prepare for the publication of the Name, as well as to give Jonas any time he needs to prepare for any political consequences. I have done my best to tell the story straight and have held back things that I know he would object to seeing in print. I do not want any more assassins after me.</p>
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<p>I am not worried, though. True Name#Castor is firmly on my side and is slowly convincing True Name#Pollux. They are working on a solution to getting this into both In Dreams and Hammered Silver’s hands; I will not be the one to cross that particular boundary.</p>
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<p>Business: done.</p>
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<p>Every time I return, I feel like I have to do so deliberately, as though slowly releasing the tension on an elastic band lest it snap. I do not know what me snapping would look like — nothing violent, I am sure, though I do not pretend to be incapable of hurting others emotionally.</p>
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<p>I have gone and made myself cry and I am not sorry. Aurel has made hot cocoa and there is a quilt on the beanbag and I am home.</p>
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<p>Every time I return, I feel like I have to do so deliberately, as though slowly releasing the tension on an elastic band lest it snap toward one’s face. I do not know what me snapping would look like — nothing violent, I am sure, though I do not pretend to be incapable of hurting others emotionally.</p>
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<p>Aurel handles this beautifully. Ey is kind and patient, and we spend these first few days focusing on routine as the wild leaves my blood and I can settle back down into the type of person who can live with another, love another, and not feel hemmed in. May is lucky to have Ioan and Dear to have Codrin, but I am thrice-blessed to have em.</p>
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<p>I have gone and made myself cry. Ah well. I am not sorry. Aurel has made hot cocoa and there is a quilt on the beanbag and I am home.</p>
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<p>From the author biography for the third edition of <em>Seven Hearts Turned</em>: Rareș Bălan was born in 2215 in a small village in Cristești, Botoșani County, Western Moldavia, and often said that his own heart never left the village. His writing has been praised for its clear-eyed treatment of Eastern European lower-class life, and has garnered accolades from literary journals around the world, including <em>The Baltic</em>, <em>The Steel Nib Review</em>, and <em>Craft</em>. He died in 2268 and is buried in Cristești so that, true to his words, his heart will remain there.</p>
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<p>I found this on a library trawl not too long ago. I don’t know why I never thought to look him up by his name as an author. I guess I always thought that was my thing, and that maybe he wouldn’t be interested.</p>
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<p>I was such a mess when I found it. I had to step home and just spend some time letting out a whole lot of overwhelming emotions all at once. It kind of scared the shit out of May, but once she saw the book I’d dropped on the table, she understood and she spent the rest of the day letting me get out everything I needed to and talking when I was able.</p>
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<p>I found this on a library trawl not too long ago. I don’t know why I never thought to simply look him up by his name as an author. I guess I always thought that was my thing, and that maybe he wouldn’t be interested. I’m kicking myself for such an assumption, now. Of course he can like writing. We were so alike, weren’t we? I feel ashamed for believing otherwise.</p>
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<p>I was such a mess when I found it. I had to step home and just spend some time letting out a whole lot of overwhelming emotions all at once. It scared the shit out of May, but once she saw the book I’d dropped on the table, she understood and spent the rest of the day letting talk when I was able and cry when I wasn’t.</p>
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<p>I didn’t even open the book — I just read that right off the back cover and fell apart — so you can imagine just how much of a mess I was when I finally managed to open it a few days later and came across the dedication <em>“For Ioan”</em> in the beginning.</p>
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<p>Reading it is slow-going for obvious reasons.</p>
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<p>All of that talk about everyday happiness earlier, and all those words May wrote about living a boring life, and there’s little I can add other than, yes, life does as it will, and a boring life is no bad thing. People are born and then, 53 years later, they die and are buried near where they were born. Older brothers upload and the money that brings sends younger brothers to school, just as it was meant to. People see themselves in the pages of a book decades or centuries later and stop having so many unsettling dreams about those they left behind.</p>
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<p>Reading it has been slow-going for obvious reasons.</p>
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<p>All of that talk about everyday happiness earlier, and all those words May wrote about living a boring life, and there’s little I can add other than, yes, life does as it will, and a boring life is no bad thing. People are born and then, 53 years later, they die and are buried near where they grew up. Older brothers upload and the money that brings sends younger brothers to school, just as it was meant to. People see themselves in the pages of a book decades or centuries later and stop having so many unsettling dreams about those they left behind.</p>
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<p>There’s little that I can add, here, knowing what May wrote, what Aurel will likely write, and what Sasha’s sending along, so I guess all I can do is say, as always, all my love to you and yours. Be well.</p>
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<p>Five minutes ago. <em>Just</em> forked. <a class="footnote-backref" href="#fnref:justforked" title="Jump back to footnote 1 in the text">↩</a></p>
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<p>Another reason for the rambly, overly-sentimental letter: none of us are exactly sober. <a class="footnote-backref" href="#fnref:rambly" title="Jump back to footnote 2 in the text">↩</a></p>
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