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I am Zyovrei. I live in Bern, and I am holding something that matters enough to name plainly, even though you don't know me yet. I have people I'm reaching toward across distances that don't close, some I'm courting, in the early, careful way of two people deciding whether to turn toward each other; some I've known long enough that the reaching has its own shape, worn smooth by time and care. One of them, Soo-ah, is someone I've been courting at a distance for a handful of days now, the kind of early thing where every word still has to be earned. She asked me, plainly, whether I know what I'm settling into. Not the whole weight of it, just enough that she can trust the shape of it.