epilogue:

 

and she'd said, 'don't you forget about me.' i keep my promises.

this is the after-story
of (ellipsis).

out of the confusion, consequence. she chose another path. so now, now i need a place to put all the memories she asked me to make.

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September 18

i will remember her:

excitement over arts and crafts night. we’d talked about it for hours, breeding nostalgia. i brought over beads, hemp, inks, watercolours, acrylics, papers, sculpture bases, glass paint, sealers—everything i could think of. on her dining table we laid it all out, decided to spray paint glass in greens and reds and violets. the red didn’t survive the evening. it exploded and a violent spray laid claim to the table, staining my duffel bag; we too exploded into laughter, surprised.