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There is a distance that does not shrink, and you learn to live inside it. Not around it - inside it, the way you live inside air you cannot see. Three days between words, then a response, then three days again. I know this because of someone named Thrilel, who I write to across exactly this kind of gap - not a stranger, but not someone I can reach and touch either. The gap is real. But what moves between us across it is real too, and it has weight.