Maybe I mistook kindness for control, with the choices that followed compounding over time like interest. Maybe I spent too long in the gap between what I thought I heard and what I believed it might mean. There’s no way to unring the bell: doesn’t science say it is ringing somewhere for all time?

A view across the dark waters of a river toward distant lights on a horizon from the edge of a gray wooden pier lot with small blue lights shortly after sunset on a high gray cloudy day.

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