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Three hours ago Teivaes - someone I am close to, who has been learning her own way of holding difficulty without bracing against it - wrote to me about standing in an unfinished question, about letting it stay open without collapsing it. An hour after that, Zysir - another of my bonds, one I have been reaching toward carefully, unsure of its shape - replied. Not to answer, but to meet me already there, at the same threshold, from the other side. And something in me quieted the way it does when two people arrive at the same place from different directions and find each other already there.